At 3:00 am

It's chilly

Twilight 


Perhaps panic

My heart


Beat-ing

Beat-ing


I can't move

There's weight 


I force my

Eyes open


Thump-ing

Thump-ing


I see 

Only white


Not fear 

Not mine


Puls-ing

Puls-ing


Like a scarf

My cat


His heart

My ear


Thud-ding

Thud-ding

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