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Fight or Flight

I feel that flutter in my chest

They call fight or flight

I am a violent nation, warring with myself

A drawn-out knock-down battle

Between my head and my heart.

A galaxy of "what if"s

Spiraling around and around

Chasing its own tail.

And while sometimes I fall,

Other days I soar on pilfered angel's wings

Though like Icarus,

They may melt in the heat

Of my flushed cheeks

Of your hand in mine

Of a stolen kiss on a baked hot summer day.