Where composure lives. Every reply you measured, every reaction you held. Your jaw has been keeping the record.

Raised. Braced. Never fully dropping. Your shoulders have been preparing for something that never quite resolves.

The exhale that keeps getting postponed. Your breath has been waiting for permission you haven't given it.

Heavy without reason. A pressure that builds and stays. Your chest has been absorbing the weight of everything you didn't stop to feel.

The constriction before you speak. The sentence that didn't make it out. Your throat has been holding what your voice hasn't found the moment for yet.