you were merely a gut feeling that ate at me, like a syrup in my stomach, eating away at all my acid, and dragging me down, down, down.
but you were heavy, and i could tell that you knew this, for i guess i was the same as all the others in my place,
and it was only today, when i woke up once again, and realized that i dont have a clue what youre thinking, that i remembered that not only do gummy worms exist, but that everything would be okay.
read a story about a lady in this sitch so i wanted to write a poem about it