Cold Feet

I held my breath for a week.
My blinding error
sealed off the air
and I’ve suffocated since.
Today was meant to break
the seal,
but still my hunger
growls in its cave,
catching drips
on its tongue
from shiny
stalactites
and
grimacing;
bitter-bat
bitter-
bat.

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