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and
all of my worry
is buried deep,
wound tightly
in the crevices
of my chest,
vacuuming
the ability to breathe,
it's all tangled up
in my hearts strings,
dripping like acid
into my belly.
and
it has been revealed,
that no amount of
bruised knuckles bleeding,
feverish cursed prayers,
whiskey flavored tea
or even
moonlit howling
will dangle me at the edge of ease.
🥀
