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Waiting -I seem to be doing lots of that- I’d swear there’s smoke trapped under my lungs My gut’s caught on fire Consumes me Red hot coal, Two bags of air ousted By toxic smoke building up, Fragrant like tobacco Wild like wood. I often dream about Driving a knife into my stomach Just a pop and an excess of smoke filling the room No blood at all. I’ll open the windows Turn off the fire alarm. I’ll leave the wound open. A gaping, smoking wound is more dignified Than screaming in the flames.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Pressure Cooker
Waiting -I seem to be doing lots of that- I’d swear there’s smoke trapped under my lungs My gut’s caught on fire Consumes me Red hot coal, Two bags of air ousted By toxic smoke building up, Fragrant like tobacco Wild like wood. I often dream about Driving a knife into my stomach Just a pop and an excess of smoke filling the room No blood at all. I’ll open the windows Turn off the fire alarm. I’ll leave the wound open. A gaping, smoking wound is more dignified Than screaming in the flames.
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TheDaphne
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TheDaphne
28/Cisgender Female/Scotland
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
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