My lungs are a flurry of manic birds
Scattering at the sight of turbulence
Of threat
Heartbeat scatters, pitter patters
Against a dead weight, dragging,
Sinking through the abyss of my stomach
But you,
Are like helium to my wrinkled balloon heart
You bring colour and volume
To my tired, etched skin.
And light-
You make me lighter
You place my heart on a pedestal
Far from the pressure of the deep
to an azure sea
calm, assured, teased by the wind
gently
cooing the birds
with your
contented lullaby
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