I dig in, and hold on & the more I do, the more you drag. You pull, push, draw, toss! & drop me, yelling from where I thought you still were, only realising (mouth straining wide & eyes!) that my voice is rushing out after you, leaving my stomach via my lungs as you (just) left my chest cavity via my throat before, only staying nano-momentarily stuck (not even my throat can close up enough to hold you there) & you are gone. Free. Out there & I am left here, & you do it on purpose (killing snakes!) & Now I have no choice. I cannot stay here without you. I must follow. (Why do you do it?) I am so afraid. from 'Believing' in My heart
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