A tremendous fluttering
Dwells
Beneath
My rib cage

An offbeat rattling
An erratic thundering
Sends static coursing
Through each of my writhing limbs

How I contort
Engulfed
By anticipation

The heavy burden of tomorrow
That lingers, far too long
Atop my weary form

Do I remain
In the dreadful folds
Of waiting?

Or do I evade
The morning’s
Scalding embrace?