All brain activity washed away.
A tidal wave of agony and turmoil.
Widespread wracking numbs my racing thoughts.
Sobs gasping out in irregular plumes.
Forcing every cubic inch of breath from my chest.
A pool of mucous forms in the back of my throat.
Shocking a single word into my head.
Breathe!
Drowning in a hot salty viscous sea.
Crawling from the safety of darkness.
Climbing into the protective cradle that
shields me from constant calamity.
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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