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Throb
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Sometimes I think death is worth it to make life that little bit sharper
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 108 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-12-06 - id: 2209912
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You run on


A heartbeat is stronger under duress

(Or is it just louder?)

throb.throb.throb.

It beats so hard that

It rocks me gently

Like a lullaby


But I'm not tired this time


A heartbeat is all we are

(Because it craves attention)

It pushes out cranial, respiratory,

Nervous, immune, skeletal

(Am I scaring you now, sweetheart?)

Mind spirals from my control


Concentrate on breathing


A heartbeat keeps me from escaping

An in-body-experience

Compulsion to breathe to full capacity

Keeps me ticking over

(My heart is perfectly healthy)

Another breath

Slow and measured and excruciating


Control is all I wanted


I'm fine.


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