“Chest” by Kyle Richardson

Wretched air clutches its way into shut lips

toxic vapors rise from a boiling and empty chest

sinuses are burned by magma red pain

each eye gets a little fuzzy just a little blurry

behind the chest under the skin anxious thoughts begin again.

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