Slamming doors.
A jolt through the spine.
Jaws locked tight \u2013
In a vise of tension.
The back is like a live wire
On a shaky bridge,
Where every shudder
Is an unbearable strain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stop. Freeze.
Count off a second.
It\u2019s just a car.
An old sedan.
This isn\u2019t a strike
Into the artery of the soil,
The city is just
A loud, hollow drum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A fuel cap flipping \u2013
Not metal exploding.
The screech of a streetcar \u2013
Not the whistle of a wing.
I\u2019m learning to live
In this peace, slowly,
Waiting for this stubborn
Spasm to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One. Two.
Exhale the fatigue.
The heart reclaims
Its stolen right.
It\u2019s just noise.
The road home \u2013
Into a safe sky,
Into living words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Slamming doors.A jolt through the spine.Jaws locked tight \u2013In a vise of tension.The back is like a live wireOn a shaky bridge,Where every shudderIs an unbearable strain. Stop. Freeze.Count off a second.It\u2019s just a car.An old sedan.This isn\u2019t a strikeInto the artery of the soil,The city is justA loud, hollow drum. A fuel cap flipping […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[114,121],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-3891","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-body","tag-war"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n