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Mar 2015
Convulsing,
Vibrating,
Spreading.

It’s tendrils reach across the floor
And up the walls,
Feeling.

Emitting a heavy buzz,
It becomes overbearing.
The only sound I can hear.

Dripping,
Clammy,
Suffocating.

I feel it wrap itself around my throat,
And makes it’s way into my ears,
Seeping.

Snaking through my cingulate cortex,
Putting it to sleep.
Putting me to sleep.

Morose,
Destructive,
Burdened.
Whispering Willow
Written by
Whispering Willow  San Marcos
(San Marcos)   
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