Palpitations

November 11, 2021

Blood: Pulsing.

Stomach: Lurching.

Eyes: Blurring.

Palpitations…

I know you hate me.

I know you want me dead.

But, you know, the feeling is mutual.

So go ahead. Get rid of me.

I’m a mistake…

Drive the knife into my stomach already.

You don’t care.

Palpitations…

My palms feel sweaty, oh the key to anxiety.

It’s you.

So kill me already.

I know you want to.

Palpitations…

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