Poem: Hydrostatic Force

Hydrostatic Force

 

Sometimes

The swelling comes

 

Ribs become cage

 

I curl fingers

Over sternum

I tug

To split skin and sinew

For escape

 

But there is none

 

The swelling does not pass

Rather it ebbs

Waiting on the tide

Before it flows back in

 

But does this feeling truly swell

Or is it the walls of this body

That close in

 

Which condition has altered:

Volume or pressure?

 

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