Experience rises in her throat, Gurgling behind firm-pressed lips. It builds between bone and flesh Stretching flushed derma Into round cisterns, tight and fraught, Creaking, anticipating release, Brooding on the physics of freedom. She tightens brow and jaw, Pinches oval skin into Infinite ripples, holding Until fatigue burns beneath The failing facade. Weary. Collapsing. How much more can rise Without expulsion?
Aspiring author, poet, literary artist
