Collision

 

I slide down
along the wall
of a changing room

plastic film
cutters falling
slowly down
to the floor

breathless,
uncalm from
every thought

latching
on my chest
that tries to
crawl slowly
up my raw
throat,

visioning
every hand
meant to love
pressing down
on a windpipe

knowing
it has been
this way a
long time,

this
life.