c.t.d.

throat closes
breath tightens
throat rasps
breath gasps

cough, try to shake the feeling
that the lungs won't expand
fast enough for the brain.

for the brain to keep thinking,
keep moving,
keep trying.
keep buying
more time
not for me but for rhyme.
sit inside,

don't play
don't dither all day,
the world starts to sway,
starts to fade
all away,

for my throat stops
my lungs stop
my blood stops
my brain stops
my eyes

from seeing the world,
and its beautiful disguise.

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i have asthma,
from my allergic reactions to
cats
trees
and dust.
and i can't breeeaatthhhe. only wheeze.