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Chatter

One of you will have felt this,

the fear after sharing

that comes like a rattling ore car

through the body,

shaking the weak timbers.

The teeth knock atrociously,

like an old typewriter gone mad,

giving cacophonous voice

to the trembling.

Hiding does not help

and nor does more exposure;

it’s a movement of the long-ignored body

that needs to quake.

The only mild comfort I can offer

is the physical fact

that teeth can’t chatter

when the mouth is open wide.

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