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May 2017
my tongue swells up and closes my
throat,
thick and black
as a bottomless pit
yawns into
existence,
burrowing deep
into my stomach
like a hook.

ghostly fingers traverse the
knobs of my spine,
fingers flicking
at the spokes like a
skilled pianist,
basking
in the sound of my
mounting panic.
Lottie White
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Lottie White  25/F
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     Leory Santana dawn
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