Paralysis of expression
Amidst the tumult of inner seizing
As I suffocate among the oxygen
Laden air, my silent sleeping foe
Whose gradual touch halts
The rhythmic beating of my cardiac muscle
Like a mother calming her quailing babe
Under the feathery touch of his infantile pillow.
The slithering filth of his strokes, unmarred
By my fierce belligerence, he stays
Amid my joy, he stands with calm assurance
And clutches as each molecular morsel
In his reach, then fill them
With his soothing poison,
They turn against me, as they lay
Their arms upon the softer ground,
And leave me sinking into panicked stillness
As my lungs heave peacefully in
Their unapologetic laxation
Amidst my sea of screams.