spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
She’s lying upon her bed She wakes, trembling violently Her jaw is wired shut Her eyelids rapidly flutter There’s a pressure on her chest Breaths in spurts and shudders There is something inside her She wants to vomit It moves to leave It wants… Continue Reading “8:42am (Insomnia)”
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