I’ve been breathing cement for a week now. Everybody else’s helpless looks – the whites of their eyes as I’m trying to stare hard enough to semaphore mayday – and they leave the room. I’d close my mouth and sink; panic one second, resignation the next.
Five midnight hours in a hospital south of the river lifted the bell jar and I feel like I’m sailing again. Bouncing off blue waves, spray dancing rainbow in the sun.
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