And then you can’t write anymore
because it’s pressing against your chest like
sleep paralysis.
And you know that you are
six different divergent energies
straining towards expression
And dumbstruck winded blinking like
when a gust first stripped your breath away,
and shocked you gasped for air

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  1. Sounds to me like you’ve pulled your underwear up around your armpits.

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