Caught

A caged thing

banging at the prison of my ribs

Thump
Thump
Thump

Losing track of how to bind myself with threads

To minutes, hours, days

Each increment marked in my throat

 

Stare at the ceiling and know

how that man with no name felt

checking night after night

unable to look away

 

If I could carve out a place

make it stop

That would mean an end

To all this constant

beating

beating

beating.

— written in the midst of an anxiety attack.

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