If my eyes darken
ears ring silence
tongue rolls away numb,
scents freeze on its’ tracks
fingers and toes lay limp
caged within a body
like a tomb of flesh.
Only breathing
Breathing
My body fed on by each breath
will quiver
Quiver with everything I write.
With every pulse and surge of my blood
I will create
waves upon waves around me.
Just from a quiver
of a cell.
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