[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.
Cry 'Hairy' and let slip the dogs of war
Date: 2013-08-14 02:38 pm (UTC)"Hairyears!" - An exclamation by HRH Prince Charles, on winning at hide-and-seek.
(Ask someone with a really posh accent to explain that one).