The room hums louder than it should,
shadows lean closer,
clocks tick with teeth.
My breath arrives late to its own body,
as if it’s caught in customs,
papers unapproved.
Nerves buzz beneath my skin—
a hive with no queen,
a chorus without rhythm.
Every thought turns into glass,
fragile, sharp-edged,
stacked too high inside my chest.
Still, I sit here,
palms pressed together,
learning to whisper to the storm:
not yet, not forever, just now.
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