Thanks to my Nikes
There's something really wonderful
About not being able to breathe
About your muscles ripping
Tearing through your skin
About your lungs coming to
A searing boil
Under your ribs
About your entire body being pulled
Into the Earth's center.
And then
Air cool like water
Soothing your boiling lungs
Soothing your swollen skin
Returning to your own personal gravity
Being able to breathe again.
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