An explosion,
pulse quickened,
the adrenaline itch
threatened to stifle me
throat constricted,
mouth cotton dried
as I eyed the few I could see
in the front row
then the music
as familiar as my pillow
gave a beat and suggested melody
and as I sang I rose
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
An explosion,
pulse quickened,
the adrenaline itch
threatened to stifle me
throat constricted,
mouth cotton dried
as I eyed the few I could see
in the front row
then the music
as familiar as my pillow
gave a beat and suggested melody
and as I sang I rose
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