Miasma
+ + +A miasma in my hometown:
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+ Clouds of sick, shuddering, red opalescence;
+ Arms of velvet dust whip and lick in the wind
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+ My arms as wrappings for my head.
+ Clamp my ears, shield my eyes.
+ A choir of retching, spasm, heaving and then convulsing.
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+ In my cave of arms and cloth, in spite of myself; a smile, a laugh.
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+ Cracked lips split; a grimace.
+ Thudding muscles behind the eyes seize
+ Air caught in my throat
+ Coughing, Phlegm, Dust
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+ Water.
+ Get to the water.
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