These Chains

Heavy breaths
rapid
realizing they were mine
creeping
crawling
ants in my fingers
creeping
crawling
to my stomach
anthill
infestation
sliding slipping towards the door as
he cries out
standing over the black railing
lungs expanding and contracting
accordion player
the ants breeding in my legs
the wooden slats
a few inches from my face
quick, long
spinning