Heart pace

I cry so much I’m nearly sick

Heaving organs inside my brass chest

Familiar feeling

The echoes of loss bang around in the hollow

Head a mess of whirring dread convulsions move the walls and ceiling

Floor there to meet my jointed knees

Hands flat on lino

Piston heart pushing me forward into wretches

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