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Sep 2017
Here we go again:
I get the choice between
fight or flight, but I
chose to remain frozen.

Icebergs congeal in
my bloodstream. I'm freezing on
the inside, erupting
molten lava from my pores.

Uncontrollable magma
falls from igneous eyelashes;
swallowing the inferno
like a glass of apple cider

that's traveled down the wrong pipe.
Coping with emotion
is something that my self
cannot handle.
Phasma de Oceanus
Written by
Phasma de Oceanus  23/F/Missouri
(23/F/Missouri)   
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   acacia and yasaman johari
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