Dense thoughts,
metallic in taste.
Iron
seeps into my neurons,
coats my proteins,
flows freely between my synapses.
My head, a chrome bowling ball,
too heavy for my little hands to carry.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
Dense thoughts,
metallic in taste.
Iron
seeps into my neurons,
coats my proteins,
flows freely between my synapses.
My head, a chrome bowling ball,
too heavy for my little hands to carry.
my head hurts from all this overthinking.
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