Whispers
it was fine, great even
until it wasn’t
a familiar stirring within
whispering everything i’m not
maybe never will be
twisting my stomach into
an unravelable nest of stale desires
a reminder lingers in the air
charged with words I dare not speak
it’s always okay
until it’s not
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