Panic

My bones, leaves on the trees of a windy autumn morning

My stomach, fluttering, ready to fly away, leaving me behind

My heart, a train pounding down the tracks

My brain, an ocean flowing through me, in uneven puddles

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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