I can’t tell where it exactly resides. Somewhere between my throat and heart, right of center. I can’t really describe the feeling accurately. Is it a thump of a drum? A pill caught in my throat? It doesn’t exactly start or end. It’s more like a sound with physical attributes that intensify irregularly with hums to low and ancient aching vibrations. Heart break coupled with fear; they consume my rib cage. I must separate the two of you immediately. Distinguish yourselves and set me free. With you – I live not.
Kim Standing
Poetry of an empath