IT, lodged on memory's edge,
threatens to topple carefully
constructed me. the mind's eye
beholds a quick & lusty inhale
(i'm not ready). freedom thrown
wide, coaxed forth, drawn deep
within lungs; expanded. oh here
IT comes {i brace for impact!}
whipping over under, emitting
a too-rushed exhale {whoosh}
that raging, will rime asunder,
& s p l i t me.