Hiss
Nerves vibrate,
Shake the slightest sound
From inside this skin;
A sigh from a soul,
A hum from a heart,
The murmur of an electric prayer
Along a theremin spine,
Slipping between cartilage
And on into
Oxygen-rich blood,
Its hiss barely heard
Beneath the wince of a paper-cut.
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