i can see my ribs pressed against the underside of my skin
like they're straining to escape
my heartbeat pulses at every point in my body
pushing life and breath to even the furthest
to the tips of my fingers and toes
sometimes it's weaker than others
other times every pound is painful
and other times i can hear it in my head
ba-bump, it says, again and again
ba-bump
ba-bump
it pushes against the confines of muscles and veins
shoving itself towards open air
but it is restrained
a heart trying to escape
to see new sights and hear new sounds
yet to escape would be to kill me
the skin is tight around my rib cage
one by one, i count them with my fingers
one, two, three, four, five
i breathe deeply and push my shoulders back
stand tall and confident
and hungry
PAD Day 30
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