The Aneurysm

Suhaila Abdelhalim, 2T5 WB

I recently learned that blood can churn.

Clockwise, counterclockwise; ticking and sticking. 

My own vessel - a growing space I cannot fit. 

I recently heard that lungs can grasp. 

Parched and punished, curdling a mass. 

Feeding a space I cannot know, 

until I’m outgrown.  

I trust that they know. 

I trust I will wake up.