Poem

Rough Diamond

Like charcoal
I absorb your poison
Acrid smoke
And all the attachments you carry
Anxiety rides the air on wings
Not gossamer, not silk
Wings made of plaster

Like charcoal
I compact, constrict, confine myself
To a small corner
Sucking air through a straw
Under pressure
Until ribs crack and cartilage turns to paste
And mercy postpones its arrival.

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