breath
the easy rise and fall,
absence of that eerie whistle
which, when it comes
tells you, hush,
wait
be still
the storm is coming
coming to ravage what you take
as a given,
the ease of inhale
exhale
grasp that plastic-encased steroid
tighter.
wait
until the catch
eases.
gulp air, head swimming,
palm pressed to face.
do not black out.
it only gets worse from there.
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