first sign

and with the loudest static you prize my mouth open to release the bear trap, blood spilling from lip to jaw.
heat is held in every quiver of my voice,
i haven’t exhaled for years.
crashing together in a cacophony of movement,
fixing my face still,
hands holding strength unchallenged,
my stomach surging up through my mouth.
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