I stepped inside myself
and it like was standing,
folded over,
in a black crawlspace.
I felt my heart throbbing
and crawling up my throat.
Even that part of me,
intimate,
inseperable,
dosen't want
anything to do with me.
- - -
Okay, this is shit, and I realize that. It's also very dark and sullen, which are not themes I usually touch on. I just feel like experimenting. :)
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