i'm so sick of my thoughts
I vomit them endlessly
& lap it all up again like a dog
hungry for the memory of something
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consuming myself
I have become untethered
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I want to sink my teeth into something
taste something
anything
aside from my rotten mouth
I don't need to wish for death
I'm good at waiting
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