Sep 08

This sensation

This sensation sticks in my chest--eager
I let it control my body 
with its cold coils, I let it drown my 
lips in the burning liquid of its release 

I watch the world float along behind me, 
reaching with branches like desperate, clawing 
fingers, 
bludgeoned for disrespect
 
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Brown person, LGBTQIA+ member, overthinker, and book and music lover. I am not afraid of the Oxford comma, and you shouldn't be, either. ;)
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