Curtains shut
throat warmth in its dark
weighed down
by the density of the
bile i'm wading in
tear hand-sheathed pen from it
stringy ropes tied to beloved bed posts
cough it up; live it up
soak up the consequences
beat myself up til i'm throwing up the truth that's keeping me here
it's hot and it's sticky and it feels like i'm becoming a fetus again
This is disgust and I can't stop writhing in it
throat warmth in its dark
weighed down
by the density of the
bile i'm wading in
tear hand-sheathed pen from it
stringy ropes tied to beloved bed posts
cough it up; live it up
soak up the consequences
beat myself up til i'm throwing up the truth that's keeping me here
it's hot and it's sticky and it feels like i'm becoming a fetus again
This is disgust and I can't stop writhing in it