iii.

when two or three are gathered below,
i slam the door in disbelief.
wondering how loud
this discussion could be,
how violent could it become.
yet the scenes in my head remain there,
for my hands have frozen in fear,
my mouth is shut,
my body has given up.
but my mind continue to excavate,
renumerate,
exasperate;
could i vaccinate?
should i aggravate,
or simply amputate?

how do i resuscitate
a beating heart.

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