Midnight poem

My chest is keeping me up tonight:

barely breathing

I trace needles creeping under my skin –

nails dragging, skipping, scraping

from my neck

marking the line of my back –

my ribs crackling at each other

pulling in, out, in, out, crushing

collapsing into a black hole

that is my chest

swallowing my air, my blood, my heart, my self in

whole.

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