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Move or Die

Black snake slithers around my neck

coiling tighter, constricting.

I swallow the pain.

Spike hammers pound

my bleeding heart

and echo in my brain.

I cannot move.

The weight is on me,

concrete, bearing down.

I am entombed

in a nightmare of panic.

Move or die

I pull you to me,

one leg encircling

hip to hip aligned

one arm surrounding

cheek on your chest inhaling

I want to climb inside

Your calm breath floods the pores

of my trembling skin.

Your warmth eases my throat,

as I force the rhythm

on my bruised, bleeding lungs.

You         regulate           me.