static shocking through the veins,
acid bubbling beneath the skin.
moths attacking the stomach lining,
fluttering to the throat,
carbon monoxide filling the lungs,
distracting from the present,
focus on the coldness of the back, back of the neck,
launched into the future like a rocket or a time machine or a spaceship or
a brain full of cotton wool.
22/10/2021
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joebingus2961
loving these poems bestie!
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thank you bestie !!!
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