On exhaling

 

On Inhaling, and Exhaling.

 

 Ah, the throbbing pain

The flutter in the heart, and not the great kind

A pounding on the chest

The stone in the stomach

Sinking and sinking

Pulling you down to hell

 

The wide eyes

And dropped mouths , gravity tearing off your jaw

The clenched and slippery palms

And the trembling of the whole body

Quivering uncontrollably and yet unnoticeably

Shaking you to your core

 

The laboured breathing

And the standstill composure

A statue

Unable to move

Your feet are stones, infinitely heavy, infinitely moulded to the ground

Forcing you to burn alive

 

Ruby red cheeks

Flushed with heat

Flushed with passion and intense hate and anger

 

Animalistic

On the offense

And ready to release an infinitely scathing emotion

 

But then , you exhale, and

It is released

Into the realm of the past.

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This is so incredibly descriptive, I could feel the anxiety and tension build with every live. Such intensity building and to be released so easily...seemingly. It seems so many moments build and then...the past. You write with a very poignant pen. I will look for your work in the future.

~Menander