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A Poem
the temperature rises —
a pulse point at your wrist,
a skim across your senses,
a wind through your airwaves
and the rush, rush, rush —
a kiss of pain, a heady crash,
a collision course of thoughts —
feels like the best kind of intake
you look up to a white ceiling,
and spots dot your vision
as you breathe out
through your nostrils
and somewhere up above,
in the mix of it all,
you feel like you’re floating
out of your body in wingless waves
you close your eyes,
your throat clenching in protest,
while the poison flushes your veins
and you know it’s a subtle ease of this,
just this
and it’s the worst kind of toxic love,
you and this pain
(quick, quick, don’t let it go)
until you can barely breathe
your pupils dilate
as a breath eases out of your lips,
parted as if in prayer,
and…
