PANIC
the wind in my spine is shouting so i hold my breath to quiet it and it curls under my skin bunches up in a million ants underneath and trapped under it spoils itself greens and blackens on its own so i block my throat to hide it in and it whispers my death to me It makes me tremble and my bones clatter against it as it turns to marble in my lungs I collapse under the weight of it it crushes down upon my stomach and when it…
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