Pain, A squeezing down Into nothingness, Into blackness, Into broken bits In the chest. Pain, A soreness remains after The squeezing fist Grinds down These shards of glass, The broken bits, This blackness Into nothingness That began long ago. A damage Left of childhood Whimpers. Pain, The squeezing down Of a nightmare And The leaking valve Of this hole In my chest.
Hugs~
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Thank you! Need them right now.
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