. . . within my own restless planet I am artist, creator and research scientist.
So tired.
Breath constricted.
Achingly tired with wide eyed
heart, heaving like imminent vomit.
Body rigid.
Too scared to move.
Throat too tight to cry out
and no one to hear.
Sleep-chased
coronary sobs of
night time memory.
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