Chewing through my own fat.
Through my lips and teeth and cheeks.
Sore and swollen, but I keep biting.
Itch I just can't scratch.
I'm cradling a deadly thing, touching it.
Watching it.
I've got a pocket full of nothingness
For once.
Nowhere to go
But up.
My restless tongue pushes through my mouth
As if getting out would help.
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"This too shall pass." I am reading and loving you.
"This too shall pass." I am reading and loving you.
i think i have caught up with all the posts of yours i've missed. now, you are going through something entirely different. thinking of you...gemini
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