I have this guilt
That’s filling my stomach
Drops with a sickly smell
Finds corners in my gut
And settles
A pool in the pit of me
I’m worried it’ll get into my lungs
And I won’t be able to breath
And then how will I tell you
When my mouth is full of this soot
That I feel overwhelmed
How will I speak
When my body is drenched
In this dead weight feeling
Throat clogged
Mouth bitter
I imagine you with a pair of scissors
Blunt and rusting
Taking my stomach and sawing at it
Making crooked edges
In my swollen organ
So the guilt can trickle out
Find some release
A break for air
To lift the weight
From my waist
And cover the floors with it
Maybe we shouldn’t go to the Sarah Kane play!!! Love it x
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