Some Bs (that Don't Matter)

by CH

April 15, 2018

Blocked

A well

clogged

Scraping away,

my eyes empty bowls,

the shouts merciless rakes.

Broken

Limp and Boneless

in the way they

press press press

and I just

give give give.

Betrayed

Staring at the mirror

glancing away seconds later

Disgust at

rippling blubber

Forsaking

my want to embrace.

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