Pheromones
Bass boomed through my breast plate to my loyal heart.
I pressed hard on my chest,
like a victim in the midst of Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation.
I fight to continue staring ahead and not to move back.
This is where you--
when we--
where I--
When my life was altered permanently and unwillingly.
The words were permeating the marrow protecting my vitals.
You’re mostly what I think about.
fight. fight. fight.
Emotion gathers in the pit of
my stomach,
sneaks along my spine
to the perimeters of my eyelids.
fight. fight. fight.
You shift your weight to
look behind me
while I cannot tear away
from your distracted gaze.
Do I want you to meet my loaded eyes? Can you feel the
magnetism of my spirit?
You’re mostly what I think about.
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