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Oct 2018
Slowly pressure rises,
Intensity growing.
Water starts to dance,
Anxious and on edge.

Bubbles drift upward,
Heat building.
Steam begging to escape,
Aching and fed up.

Too much to take now,
Kettle screaming.
Rush over to lift it off,
Stove glowing hot and red.

Poured into a deep mug,
Tea steeping.
Feel it comfort from within,
Relaxed and at ease.
Allison Wonder © 2018

You wouldn't know this is about cutting if I hadn't just told you
Allison Wonder
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Allison Wonder  34/Non-binary/Ohio
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