All in a rush…

NaPoWriMo day 14.

Claustrophobic

Sympathetic pleasantries
plucked out from the root
ground into half-syllables
fit for a bestiary –
I suppose this is all that’s left
we’ve run out of ballast
to sink our teeth into.
Sometimes, maybe
you even miss the excitement
of rushed exchanges
rushed hellos and goodbyes
rushed everything.
It will please you to know,
my ribcage has become
claustrophobic.

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