Standing here withered, with clenched fist and a dented tongue.
Cracked teeth and a collapsed lung.
My nerves jumping the gun and firing sporadically,
... A million jolts to the body at once.
I'm here, with wide eyes and a broken jaw.
My heart races in anticipation.
A battle against myself.
A war I've never won.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
Standing here withered, with clenched fist and a dented tongue.
Cracked teeth and a collapsed lung.
My nerves jumping the gun and firing sporadically,
... A million jolts to the body at once.
I'm here, with wide eyes and a broken jaw.
My heart races in anticipation.
A battle against myself.
A war I've never won.
2015
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