My nerves as delicate as humming
Bird wings are in danger of igniting
Like autumn leaves this flesh, parched
Uncertain drapes over bones that crack
With both motion and impassivity but
Especially on waking as if the moon
Had fallen upon me during the night
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Someone has trampled my chest
The pulse thunderous like horse
Hooves cleaving the dust in retreat
Throbs with exquisite attention to detail
I can feel each fiber strung around the
Ribs, no longer elastic they tear with
Expansion and whine on collapse
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Oxygen pulled through viscosity
Comes slowly, too slowly almost
Panting, white tissues flying up
In surrender and still the war
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My brain, now merely an ossified impression
Does not speak anymore but clenches angrily
I always sensed rebellion in her, the
Dendrites are too unorganized to tolerate
Peace and in absence they burst as if a
Full-sized militia had been released
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My stomach burns and I think my eyes
Must exist only within her because
They too have fermented, and nothing
New has passed before them in days
My window bleeds beauty and I watch
From a distance bitterly caged
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I cough and shake, mine is the primitive
Language of bees. Buzz, buzz, the sinuses
Hum suffocating, suffocating and the
Atmosphere, ever theatrical, takes leave
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(I have been sick a while and I am starting to think I have pneumonia when I wake up the pain in my chest and body is intense I literally want to punch myself repeatedly in the face just to feel something different. I am thinking of going to the doctor on Monday)