[content note: breathing, difficulty with, etc.]
In the spaces
between breaths
between heartbeats
I am trapped
within the cage of my ribs, and
choked by the swelling spiking echoes of
my heart. In all this emptiness
it is poetry
that reminds me how to breathe.
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Ki-Master or Gaitkeeper?
*Moving* distinctively... Not many people can recognise an individual from their gait (although computers can, with far better accuracy than facial recognition algorithms) - Is this an unconscous thing, or do I have one of the more distinguished deportments from the Ministry of Silly Walks?
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Cry 'Hairy' and let slip the dogs of war
"Hairyears!" - An exclamation by HRH Prince Charles, on winning at hide-and-seek.
(Ask someone with a really posh accent to explain that one).