this tangle space

this jumbled mess of thoughts

and fears

and muted hopes that have no business existing

this cacophony of voices switching

frequencies every few moments

this pulse in my chest

in my broken chest

that falters and musters and falters again

this breath

this sputtering, catching, jagged-edged breath

that feels like crushed stones in my lungs

this breath…

weave them into something of meaning


image source: Yasmeen


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