: “Systolic Spiral”
: “Systolic Spiral” Pulse kick—quick tick—wrist cuff hiss, inflate grip Numbers jump, stomach drop, vision fuzz, static drip Salt-stung tongue, cheap lunch, two smokes, black drip Doc talk, “cut back”—I nod, don’t track it Head rush—red blush—neck drum, thread thump Stress stacked chest tight, breath cut, lead lungs Dead sleep? never—mind run, fed up Every thought double-time, pipeline, sped up Caffeine bloodstream, late-night, gas-station Microwave meals, sodium sky-high inflation Label read half, then I laugh—bad patience “Probably fine”—meanwhile heart tap-dancing Granddad porch creak, heat wave, slow fan Same stare, same chair, same shake in the old hand Said “boy, that pressure sneak up like a cold plan” I said “yeah,” didn’t hear it—now I know, man Climb rate—mind race—skyline inside veins Tight space—rib cage vibrate—iron chains 5AM wide awake, counting each thud Like a metronome set to a panic I can’t name Fast food napkin math, add up the damage Two fries, one lie, “I’ll manage”—I’m managing Ketchup packet red dots look like warnings Still dipping like I’m bored with the bargaining No gym, no zen, just grind, bad habits Backseat snacks, ashtray breath, half-savage Laugh loud, mask tight, act like it’s average Meanwhile heart doing parkour through the damage Cuff squeeze—beep read—screen glow—don’t blink 140… something—don’t like what I think Scroll past, shrug it off, grab another drink Tell myself “next week”—same loop, same link Systolic spiral, diastolic drag Day job, night thoughts, both keep tabs Not death—just a weight that don’t ever quite crash Just a slow, loud knock I keep letting pass.
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: “Systolic Spiral” Pulse kick—quick tick—wrist cuff hiss, inflate grip Numbers jump, stomach drop, vision fuzz, static drip Salt-stung tongue, cheap lunch, two smokes, black drip Doc talk, “cut back”—I nod, don’t track it Head rush—red blush—neck drum, thread thump Stress stacked chest tight, breath cut, lead lungs Dead sleep? never—mind run, fed up Every thought double-time, pipeline, sped up Caffeine bloodstream, late-night, gas-station Microwave meals, sodium sky-high inflation Label read half, then I laugh—bad patience “Probably fine”—meanwhile heart tap-dancing Granddad porch creak, heat wave, slow fan Same stare, same chair, same shake in the old hand Said “boy, that pressure sneak up like a cold plan” I said “yeah,” didn’t hear it—now I know, man Climb rate—mind race—skyline inside veins Tight space—rib cage vibrate—iron chains 5AM wide awake, counting each thud Like a metronome set to a panic I can’t name Fast food napkin math, add up the damage Two fries, one lie, “I’ll manage”—I’m managing Ketchup packet red dots look like warnings Still dipping like I’m bored with the bargaining No gym, no zen, just grind, bad habits Backseat snacks, ashtray breath, half-savage Laugh loud, mask tight, act like it’s average Meanwhile heart doing parkour through the damage Cuff squeeze—beep read—screen glow—don’t blink 140… something—don’t like what I think Scroll past, shrug it off, grab another drink Tell myself “next week”—same loop, same link Systolic spiral, diastolic drag Day job, night thoughts, both keep tabs Not death—just a weight that don’t ever quite crash Just a slow, loud knock I keep letting pass.
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