Escape the seat

Tremor
Tremor
Can you feel it
Octave shifting
Volume lifted
It seems so loud
Still you can’t hear it
Straining focus
Restrain the victim
Frozen cells
Divide like liquid
Parting paths
Is like a prison
Seconds strangled
Stretched out thinly
Mapped across a face half empty
Tilted hourglass of memory
Maybe if it met its end
Maybe then
Id catch my breath
Overdue to flee the scene
Escape the seat
Compose and lean
Towards my present path to be
Fire burns between chests death
From oesophagus to home again.

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