my soul is breathing
i can feel it expanding and contracting
with the shallow rhythm of someone who just ran too fast
it sweats a thin oil
that lines my stomach and ribcage
i can feel it sliding around
it is hot and flushed
with pink cheeks, blue eyes, and shaking hands on its knees
it wants to sit down
but there is no room
it already fills every corner of my being
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