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Throbbing within, not a second of rest, A pressure swelling toward eruption, burning— A tormenting tickle crawling downward, My throat a raw and aching corridor. Each breath scrapes like broken glass, Heat rising in waves I cannot swallow. A pulse of fever hums beneath my skin, Insistent, hungry, demanding to be known. Still I brace myself against the surge, Hoping the fire will soften into warmth, Hoping the night will loosen its grip And let my body remember gentleness again.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
A Slow Collapse in Heat
Throbbing within, not a second of rest, A pressure swelling toward eruption, burning— A tormenting tickle crawling downward, My throat a raw and aching corridor. Each breath scrapes like broken glass, Heat rising in waves I cannot swallow. A pulse of fever hums beneath my skin, Insistent, hungry, demanding to be known. Still I brace myself against the surge, Hoping the fire will soften into warmth, Hoping the night will loosen its grip And let my body remember gentleness again.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
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