You taste what hovers
And accept that collapse
Is the last stage of a snake wrap throat.
Seeing goodbyes,
As fists up.
Panic strips your stripes,
And you wonder if they notice,
If they can help you,
And you realize that you’ll die alone
Because no one can.
So you’ll wonder if you mattered,
If people’d have time
Past the flowers and the funeral
Or if they’d even make the trip at all.
Your brain wants to swallow
So you fight
And you guess giant breaths
Because you heard somewhere
They devour stress.
But you can’t keep em steady
When you’re body keeps darting
Igniting nerves in lonely muscles
Where it knows you’ll focus
On what you’ll see as not normal.
you think you’re going down
on an Unlucky heart
If you don’t pay attention to living
And fighting for a pump.
Sometimes you know you’ll be okay
Because you’ve lived the symptoms
And this time felt the same.
But there you are holding the phone
Ready for a quick 911 before you fall
But if you sit before a doctor
You’ll hear, “attack”
And “you’ll be fine”
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