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I freeze.

Not because it is cold.
Not because I am scared.

A tightening of the chest
As if an unseen hand is clutching it
Fingers closing in
Relentlessly.

What is this feeling?
If not
Trepidation
Heartache
Desperation?

Perhaps the only way to find out
Is to allow the loosening.

Invisible fingers opening
Breaths coming back
Body softening.

The relief eases in.
Ice melting back to water.

Frozen not because of something
But because of nothing.

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This is one of my more visceral pieces.

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