fear holds me.
snaking his hand into my chest,
against my lungs.
his other hand has dissolved around my gut,
it twists and stretches in strange, unpredictable ways.
his whisper tickles my ear,
sounding exactly like my own,
murmuring worst case scenarios accompanied by
of my heart, my stupid heart, that is rebelling against this heat;
running, racing, bolting within its restrictions
needing to escape this suffocation;
determined to outrun its fate.
because my heart,
my stupid heart, doesn’t know
that you cannot escape
what already resides