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Jun 2016
Chemical waves crash down on receptors,
leaving me shaking and confused
My stomach winds itself into knots,
the shape of my confused and twisted thoughts.

A jumbled mess of emotions fueled on fumes.
Embers falling down like microscopic stars,
before they hit the ground with a tiny little spark.
All together enough to light my world on fire,
my only remnant a single scorched mark.
It's been a rough week...
Eliza Fairchild
Written by
Eliza Fairchild  Ithaca
(Ithaca)   
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