"Public Speaking"

My breath quakes,

Shudders,

My heart is a fist slamming my guts.

My voice box is tethered to a weight,

Which would snap upon release.

The black hole in my stomach wants to

Make my body implode,

My temples pump overload,

Makes my

Breaths slimmer

vision dimmer,

eyes glimmer,

At my feet

in defeat.

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