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Feb 2020
I am down, in the hollows
of this hole again,
shame tiptoes her way past me
I told her to stay hidden
yet she disobeys, as always
wrapping her silk hands around
my throat,
to let me know that, yes, she's still here.
I dream of things, in this dark cavity
of perfect mirrors, forgotten fears
and things I'll never say.
I sit among the impossible black
waiting for my end to come
waiting this human life out.
wandering hands do not
dare venture in this black of mine
human touch is foreign and unwanted
yet it is a poison I want more than anything to
drink.
I feel everything at once
in this impossible black
it is as though I am
dead
yet painfully, blissfully,
disgustingly alive.
Written by
em  20/Non-binary/California
(20/Non-binary/California)   
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