I'm choking.
I think
It's been there. It thins sometimes but it wraps within itself in my chest
Deep in my guts it boils and froths
A black hole
A beating seed of weight and filth
It's warm
At times it will uncurl, float up to my neck
My eyes
My mouth
My throat
The ink comes out
It's suffocating me
But I'm simply here.
I'm here.
I'm here and it finds me.
But I'm here and it won't change me.
Hades' mist wants me.
But
I won't move.
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Fuzzies And Thistles
RandomMonologues and poetry. Random bits and parts. introspectives and retrospectives. This is where I vent. Have fun taking a peek into the inner depths of my psyche.....
