i have been trapped behind my ribs for so long
steady bones held back my pulsing blood
i scratched and scratched at ivory
and nothing but chalk came off
i gnawed and chewed and spit
and yet they held still
i gripped at flesh just outside my cage
and pinched at blood vessels
yet my body only writhed
slowly
slowly
i grew tired of fighting
of screaming, of scratching
i sat back against my ribs
legs stretched out into the pool of blood below me
and slowly
i sank.
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CATHARSIS
Poetrythe purification or purgation of the emotions (especially pity and fear)
