Expo of Ex-Positions

Heart caged by ribs.
Taking a beating, to just breathe in.
Encased by bone for protection.
Yet i feel so exposed.

Playing my ribs like an accordion.
As i wheeze, annoying them.
Exasperation.
Inhalation.
Folding in.
Down and blue from lack of airflow.

I can't fit in without a shoehorn.
Constant crying like a newborn.
I cannot shake it.

Lunged lungs.
Grabbing at anything that resembles air.
I feed them smoke,.. they're aware.
Hearts in pairs.

My blood begins to boil.
I've been sitting on the stove too long.
What i need is to simmer.
Steaming calm.

My heart is caged.
Caged on full display.
Artist of arteries.
It reads so on the plague.

Build up, I'm confident,
Self deprication drips.
For the IV,
Needled in me,
Arrogant,
Like a pin prick.

Maybe it's just amusing.
Maybe i need soothing.
But when i feel this way i want to hide,
Futile position of fetal inside.
I feel i bother.

I'm so bleak.
I'm so weak.
Really I'm just bothering me.
I'm tired,
Of feeling frail.
Oh well,
Oh hell!
I must get stronger.