Hysterics
Hanging on till I feel the scratch in my throat
Inching up to be free my body.
I feel the laughter asking to be released.
Why is it stuck?
It feels deceased.
I walk outside.
I feel the wind.
I pet my dog.
He starts to grin.
I think he might talk.
I start to laugh.
I can not stop.
Can he speak English?
He wants to...but I understand him anyway.
I laughed so hard I had to run hone to pee.
It was the best day I've had you'd see
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