blurred and distant shapes
form vague patterns and formless
notions which choke the boldness
effortlessly from my captured lungs
leaving behind only a trace of
heavy breathing in starts
as weightless hands lay heavy
on my back, imaginary digits
curling between arteries and
important organs, sinking
through my skin to pin
my prone form to the mattress
until my body's steady pounding
stops short, and the blinking
of the digital display
breathes electronic shivers
over my head like a tiny
static hurricane
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