Tempo She can feel her tempo, slowing down the rhythms of her rage, decreasing the medicinal deliverer distributes throughout.. her anxiety, like her cause, is ceasing. That which comes on like an unexpected storm and feels as comfortable as an old friend has a poisonous bite, like a venomous snake and urges her to fight, and defend The poison spreads out to anyone around Those she touches with mouth or with eyes She squirms beneath the suffocating grip But can’t escape no matter how hard she tries She can feel her tempo, slowing down the rhythms of her rage, decreasing the medicinal deliverer distributes throughout.. her anxiety, like her cause, is ceasing. Beki...