one long and lasting breath,
and let it be the story.
deliver yourself to the images of your own heart, split and cracked,
pouring out the paralysis that prevents you from
moving,
speaking,
thinking.
let it pour and fill your veins and
try
not
to scream
and see what happens next.
you are hovering and watching this thing, this unfathomable force,
speed through you and pull at your
insides,wringing the tears and screaming from their hiding places.
in that quivering jaw,
the bracing thighs,
the spinning lightness of your thoughts.
see the images,
with every exhale and step backwards into the hot air,
following impulse after impulse into a constellated trajectory that
finds you walking in ice, begging for life and
dreaming of death.
you are indistinguishable and irrelevant and magical and extraterrestrial in one fall backwards.
let the scream out.
he's got you.
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