at about 5 (or so)
i have been waking up
to that hard as steel
acid claw
grabbing at the insides of my belly
and raising up to my throat.
even though i am next to someone i love
very much
i feel cold and
deserted.
at the forefront of my mind
are her words
which are not mine
and to my bedmate those words long hung out to dry
turn to dust
flew away
maybe to her they don't even exist.
but they live strong and free in the cavern of my belly
gestating in the dark warmth .
i'm only feeding them.
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