Ragged breathing
Throat raw from it
When I can breathe
Because it stops and starts again
And I panic
Ever so slightly
Every time

How can I not?

The running will begin again
And soon
And I have no way to flee from it
Fevered though my flight may try to be
Yet such highs rarely fare well
The descents from them
Crashing down

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