The air gets caught in a panic
Choking my breath
Watering my eyes with fear
Trepidation freezes my movements
Halts my escape
As if I became a (dear) in the headlamps
Exposed to the arid drought in my mouth
Clawing inside my lungs
Drowning in an onslaught of sharp
Flying needles, depth of shock
Crumbling my foundation
But a grounding touch offers a glimpse
A tentative bond, ever so fragile,
To a world where tangible, tactiles
Demonstrate stability of inhale

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