In The Echo

When the door shut behind you

I felt my chest crack open

like a plum ripe to splitting

skin purpled like shadow

and tearing at the seams

to reveal the framework of bone

latticed around deflating lungs

my sternum finally loosening

as I breathed out at last.


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  1. Good golly, this is impressive! I love that it could be that the door is closing in front of or behind, that someone could be coming or going, that the exhale good be pain or love or list or relief.

    I love this poem.


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