Verse 'n' Veil

breath
, suspended ,
    scattered like dust motes
        in unfinished sentences

my heart beats
, erratic ,
    punctuating silence
        with morse code panic

every thought
, interrupted ,
    by the weight of possible
        ( impossible )
            catastrophes

i am a grammar of fear
, unbound ,
    semicolons of doubt
        trailing each moment

breath
, shallow ,
    caught in the parentheses
        of what might happen

my body
, a fragmented syntax
    of trembling
        and waiting

, breathe ,
    they say
        as if breathing
            were not
                an act of survival

anxiety
, lives here ,
    between the spaces
        where words fail
            and silence screams