IN THE SOUNDLESSLY BREAKING BREATH

It makes no noise.

But it breaks down.

A crease in the breath,

A gap between two invisible acts.

Don't call it panic.

Don't call it pain.

But you know what.

It is the exact moment when the body gets

defends.

It holds air.

Block the entrance.

And there in the silence,

something implodes.

The world outside continues.

But inside,

There is a lack of oxygen to the truth.

SalValenti-writer and creator of the language of thresholds