Climbing up my throat
Fingers like spider legs
Choking me from the inside
Heat that builds inside my head
Waiting for my brain to melt
Pouring out of my eyes
The scratching of skin
Biting my lip until it bleeds
Pulling my hair until numb
Angry gnashing teeth
Hot, sorrowful tears
Wails of agony
Maturing in what I do not say
Living in what I do
Manifesting in my every action
Reveling in my every nonaction
Quiet
Loud
Watching
Waiting
My nightmare
My crutch
My curse
My life
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Climbing up my throat
Fingers like spider legs
Choking me from the inside
Heat that builds inside my head
Waiting for my brain to melt
Pouring out of my eyes
The scratching of skin
Biting my lip until it bleeds
Pulling my hair until numb
Angry gnashing teeth
Hot, sorrowful tears
Wails of agony
Maturing in what I do not say
Living in what I do
Manifesting in my every action
Reveling in my every nonaction
Quiet
Loud
Watching
Waiting
My nightmare
My crutch
My curse
My life
Sorry to have my first impression be a depressing one, but I felt like the quality of this (and my next) were worth sharing regardless
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