i feel a scalding hot potion
boiling and bubbling inside of my ribs
spitting at the space between me and my heart
it's clawing its way around in circles
like a hard to chew steak
and i need to put my feet on the ground
the air rising
from toes to eyes
disrupts everything in its path
and ceiling's getting closer
i hit my head a long long time ago
and i don't ever want to do it again
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Poetry Book
Poetryi have too many thoughts it sucks that all i can do is write them down
