It's that same feeling
Again
That tearing
Knotting
In the pit of my belly,
The opposite of butterflies
Scratching at my throat,
Wrenching metaphysical pain,
A longing for your smile
Like I'm trying
Yet sinking
To come up for air,
Like I dove off a cliff
And the regret
Is about to hit me
Like a car roof
Ever so viciously
A crunch unlike any other,
The tightening
In my chest
Getting tighter,
I angst
And I mourn,
I'm clay
And paper-mâché,
A school project volcano
About to erupt,
Werewolf howling at the moon,
There seems to be
No end
To my slow simmering torture,
God, have mercy...

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