That 'damn' chicken bone

had a funny 5 minutes when i wrote this

  cannot breathe
My chest is too tight
My lungs burn as I struggle to draw breath
My throat closed against the air
Locking it like a barricaded door
My head starts swimming
My legs crumple
My clawed hands thrash about
To find a way, to reach the purest air
My eyes start rolling
Back in their lids
My lips turn blue, I must resist
I turn to look and see a plate
Upon which that damn chicken rests