it had been there
just around the corner
behind my left shoulder blade
it stayed through threshold
of the neo natal dawn
new like a kitten’s innocent purr
it was there quiet
like the other side of the edge
of that one last breath
it was there like Los Angeles smoke
silent thick cryptic with danger
then it showed itself to the mirror
of my soul
it moved as a molasses crescendo
choking me
too many door knobs closets
reminders silent distant
but hard hitting cold blade
walk past the hall red couch
sit i do heaved tear monsoons
afraid no more an impossible miracle
chest tight bruised palms
from the terror
vetting contingency plans of how not to let it loose
words less spoken 