the uneasiness that settles in your stomach and between the dark corners of your mind. the silence that envelopes the dark room as you stare blankly at the ceiling, your eyes never quite adjusting to the absence of light. you do things you'll regret by impulse when you don't like something but you dislike the outcome of what you've changed even more and you settle with sleeping at night knowing that you werent happy when you turned off the lights and closed your eyes.
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Puisi"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
