the leaving feeling – a poem

the leaving feeling – a poem

and in that perfect room
at the perfect time and place
i still felt the fear
a terror unspoken
unstructured or plumbed
about loneliness
and loss of breath

i sat
i followed one inhale with another
i listened to the feelings
and left them there
coiled like black snakes
on the floor of the cabin
i could see their anger
but it was not me
i was alone
and hungry


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