Do you trust your instincts?
A warm feeling that spreads
from the bottom of my rib cage
to the cradle of all life
A prickling at the back of my head
My blood thins out
My heart beating in my eardrums
A whirl in the middle of my being
I can feel the movement of the air around me
Everything is heightened,
my body has a mind of its own
A little guttural sound screams
Run, little girl, run
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