Prose Poem: Shiver

Shiver I can feel the shaking of the shiver of your hands on my throat. You choked me? Did you ever choke me? Tell me! I can’t remember. I don’t know.

What did you do to me? It was so long ago. If you tell me – please tell me – then I can remember. Then I can begin to let go. I need to know.

So tell me. Why am I afraid to shake. Why does that trigger my panic? Does anybody know?

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