Capillaries

I’m not sure which is worse
As synapses flare,
Lips curve
And capillaries burst.
I’m not sure which is first,
As digits spasm,
Legs lock,
And lungs hurt.
I feel less and less assured,
As eyes itch,
Noses twitch,
Bodies sag and sit.
I am uncured,
I’d like to feel demurred,
As my confidence roams unchecked,
Without a hindrance,
That is unless,
I can find the word.
I’d like to be preferred,
As times change,
Inadequacy lingers
And teeth pain,
Following the herd.
I’d like to know which is worse,
As eyelids rest,
And heads unexpected,
Find shoulders and necks,
And capillaries burst.

James Cathcart

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