Poem: Hydrostatic Force

Hydrostatic Force



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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