this feeling bubbles up,
from the cauldron below,
the hot smoke pushes through,
my organs that were once snow.
salivary glands seep,
and mouth becomes too big,
as this gripping pain,
dig, dig, digs.
the spew of my tangled thoughts,
this my coping mechanism,
exposes all the evil,
as if my own exorcism.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
this feeling bubbles up,
from the cauldron below,
the hot smoke pushes through,
my organs that were once snow.
salivary glands seep,
and mouth becomes too big,
as this gripping pain,
dig, dig, digs.
the spew of my tangled thoughts,
this my coping mechanism,
exposes all the evil,
as if my own exorcism.
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