Poem: Individual Worries

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individual worries melt from each vulnerable,

sleeping

eyelid,

into the night air

& I wither with them

 

unsung May sky is a portal

dark angel, I struggle

there is no foundation here.

we breathe in,

we exhale

dust particles live in our bellies,

ones that are swallowed whole every time

a new declaration is written

 

fester fester fester

nasal cavities are eroding

Failure licks my teeth

and lays her head on my stomach sideways

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