I Choke on Breath and Bone

My latest piece on Blood Into Ink

Blood Into Ink


my world spins

out of control

i am center of the tornado

called flashback

dig sharp fingernails into tender palms

leave angry thin red ovals

in my flesh

pain is grounding

when i can control it

try to corral my rushing thoughts

bring them back here

to now

away from there

from then

focus on my breathing

deep inhale in to the count of five

slow exhale out to the count of ten

run out of air

before successfully pushing

the knot of memory out

it is sharp as a chicken bone

as it gags past my windpipe

wedges in my roof of my mouth

i worry at it with my tongue

as if  it is a stubborn baby tooth

hanging by single thread

there is sharp pain

metallic taste of blood

as i finally dislodge it

spit it on the floor

enormous black moth

feathered wings wet with blood…

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