8: Unease

The space around me

Becomes heavy

There is a weight settling,

In my chest, heat
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The silence is killing me

But I can't speak

The ground is shifting,

Beneath my feet
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The thump of my heart

Bubbles with anxiety

But if I fight hard enough

They'll accept defeat
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The unease dissipating

With hands flat and still,

No longer hysterical

They will retreat

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