Curled into the shape of a fist I search for my pulse
Broken, breathless, my heart stammers somewhere inside
Flutters in the cage of my ribs
The night shrieks wild, throws itself against frozen glass
Threatens to break in here, this room, this body, this cell.
I close my eyes and count.
Seconds etched in my veins, time written into my skin
My heart marches on like clockwork in chaos.
I'm still here, I haven't disappeared.
The night folds me into it's arms, holds me tight
My heartbeat counts me to sleep.
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