Just sometimes it comes like sickness,
or caffeine lows, if sends me reeling back
again and again because just
sometimes, it’s falling on top of me again
and again, all the tightness around my heart
the lions jaws snapped shut on fragile
pushing and pushing until
there is no air left.
All I need is air and water and there are too many people in the world
for me to breathe and drink,
I can hear them eating and drinking, consuming and taking what I need
what I need to live,
live here in this small
space of life.