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Rage, crimson, with ember edges,
Stifles me as my chest tightens and my heart beats harder.
I wish it would break through my rib cage.
Shards, of bone and cartilage
Aflame,
In thousands.
Taking long inhales of calm and serenity becomes harder and harder.
The vicious cycle looms larger and larger.
I wait restlessly for creamy vanilla to wash over my thoughts and to calm my nerves with its thick, gooey consistency.
For tranquility to set in.
Because tranquility restores functionality.
