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Blood Pressure

 

    “Blood Pressure”

 

    My chest tightens, 

     I ball my fists, 

    Stubborn tears threaten to escape,

    The temperature rises,

    Something is clawing its way out 

    It’s inevitable 

    It’s erupting 

    Jaw clenched, 

 

    “I’m not weak,” 

   
    My voice cracks.