It was unexpected
but anything but quiet,
as it arrived with a low growl
that reverberated against my ribs…
like a prisoner banging a cup against bars
or a storm descending with ferocity.
My mind raced with fervent thoughts,
my pulse sprinting toward some unknown finish line,
until I was breathless with the endeavour,
my skin flushed with an awareness
as the seams of my composure
at a time.
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