Sometimes my heart races.
Muscles tense, eyes wet, as my mind blazes.
Jaw clenches as teeth threaten, to break,
Breathing short and piercing, no pain akin.
Fingers curl into fists, so hard,
Knuckles whiten, nails digging into skin.
Far worse, are the days when my,
Body grows heavy, eyes dry, and mind empty.
Mouth relaxed, slightly open,
To allow for deep but slow breathing.
Two steady fingers, lean against the vein in my neck,
Searching for a pulse, I know to be hiding.
On those days, my heart wanders astray.
Where it’s gone, I’ve no clue,
But I know for sure that it’s,
Absent from the cavity in my chest.
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