fear

this time the feathers explode in my throat

dry and plentiful. no room for air. the only

sound is mine of suffocation, helpless swallow

that is no swallow there can be no swallow

only a swallow lodges behind epiglottis

aburst in dry feathered death splendour -

not even blood -

can all breath just go?

just go

now

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