A hole was dug for me when I was 21
I happily died in it
I helped dig it.
Is this bliss?
I think heartbreak exists within my chest
Sometimes it emerges as bile
It tastes like sugar and sea water
Sometimes it is warm and thick on my tongue
You bit off a budded magnolia for me at the branch
You exposed the inner bark so it could drink up iced water
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
A hole was dug for me when I was 21
I happily died in it
I helped dig it.
Is this bliss?
I think heartbreak exists within my chest
Sometimes it emerges as bile
It tastes like sugar and sea water
Sometimes it is warm and thick on my tongue
You bit off a budded magnolia for me at the branch
You exposed the inner bark so it could drink up iced water
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