Mouth, full of words failing to escape through the gap between teeth and lips, as tongue swells, speech silently swallowed.
Pressed and compressed.
Face, weighed down by the gravitational pull of heavy thoughts, all lightness and youth consumed, cast in a plaster mask.
Drawn and withdrawn.
Shoulders, proud and defiant, try in vain to lift the body to its suit of dignity, limbs eager and distracted.
Dress and redress.
Heart, tender and curious, feels everything at once, bleeding and ecstatic, beating with purpose and caution.
Erupt and disrupt.
Throat, collects and chokes on anxieties, vocal chords parched and scratched, weakly whisper wounds.
Strained and constrained.
Breath, an intake of cold air, calm and focused, steering a chaotic and erratic system, controlling the pace and averting collision.
Solve, resolve, absolve.
Pooja Chowdhary
Cloudverse 
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