it builds in the chest and
oddly
the feet
in the ears
and in the hands
a thousand invisible mice
stampeding through your organs
you lose
the ability to foc
us the world reaches you–
when the world reaches you–
noises
through cotton filled
ears
and all you can feel
is your heart
trying to tear itself
out of your chest
and your skin
shifting over your muscles
trying to lift off
the bones
and leave you
a puddle
Words and Feathers 