Heart clenches.
Choking,
chest weakens,
it caves,
throbbing and contracting,
in rhythm with muffled screams of the heart.
Locked.
Trapped.
Incaged,
enclosed by bone.
Chest heavy,
heart contracts further in protest.
Lungs crushed.
Air escapes,
free from torment,
by unseen misery.















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