A conversational tip toeing
Toying with ideas
Pulled seemingly out of thin air
Hands pumping frantically
“Breathe”
She said, exhaling
Into my mouth
I coughed three times
Water froth foaming at the mouth
A mad dog – wild eyed and frenetic
“You’re here now” she whispered in my ear
Holding me tight
Reminding me that it’s alright
To remain in this corporal form
For now, we stay tethered
Inside in plain sight
For all to see
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