stream
Breathe slowly quietly gently
Ignore the stutters in the exhale
Pretend I can't feel my heartbeat
Swallow down the nausea
You're fine it's fine everything is fine
Dig my nails into my palms my thighs pull my hair
Focus on the sting and nothing else
Heat crawls with sticky fingers across my chest and up my neck
It curls into pools in the dips behind my ears
And settles like stones behind my eyes
Shame whispers to me and I ignore her
Shame whispers to me and I ignore her
Shame whispers to me and I -
The tendrils are too choking to ignore
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