diminishing me
the heel of your shoe
beneath my chin
it rests, smothering
all joy within
and choking the breath
containing my sin,
or so called,
by the unrest
who with lonely lungs
and cavernous chests
make a home
beneath my breast
crushing my organs
and distorting my DNA
taking it all away
even before I can say
that I fell in love
with a girl yesterday
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an eighteen year old girl from the south with a talent for rambling on about the fictional character john watson for an inordinate amount of time. oh, and she also writes poetry occasionally.
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