staccato breaths and unsteady heartbeats
pulse through the room.
you will be okay.

a symphony of spoken words
and syllables mashed together until they run over each other,
crossroads of rivers.
you will be okay.

when she spoke, there was a yawn
a forced smile
and a little tick in a box. she slows down so that the words rush out with less force.
you will be okay.

in the long run, no one gives a damn what you say.