Piece It Together.

Heart racing.
100 miles per second, hours are far too slow.
It's pounding out of my chest.
I can feel it in my throat.
Closing up my windpipe.
Gasping, choking on my own self.
It drops.
Falls.
From 10 stories high.
Straight to the ground it plummets.
Smashed in millions of unrecognizable pieces.
Unrecognizable bloody black and blue ,from assault and torment, little pieces.
Laying for all to see on the open street.
The window is open.
Gusts caress my cheeks,
As I stand by as those little pieces rot away.
I knew it would happen.
Ha, but I still kept up my hope.
And it's all over now.
The bloody blue and black pieces turn back their normal shades of pink.
It lands back into my chest.
No longer closing up my throat.
I can breathe again.
Again.
Again.
Though this now is foreign to me.
It still calms.

I can breathe.