Blood's so cold
But brain's on fire
The sunrise is so red but it feels like I haven't blinked since sunset.
Stomach turns (flips)
Thoughts tumble
And words splay out my fingertips
Recalling every stumble
Eyes wide open
Chest shut tight
Let words flow if you can
Fight, fight all night
Let fewer words flow
Make room for blood will flow again
At least it might
Make room so letters can stop blocking my arteries
In a different kind of heart attack
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