A Piece of Fruit

The assaults.
Assault? What assault?
My brain asks.
It just keeps repeating the word:
Assault assault assault assault assault all the way into the distance.

My throat hurts. My chest hurts.
The gigantic weight of what I have to say
Feels awkward in my throat,
Like I swallowed a piece of  fruit –
I am choking.

I have choked before,
And it was in some ways much like this.
The way my eyes started to go black,
And the blood was pounding in my head,


I feel a bit shy about posting this, but I want to get out of my comfort zone.


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