I can't describe the feelingthats inside of me,
Rising and twisting up my insides
into a Rubix cube,
A safe without a combination,
Or a stolen safe key,
A bitter barrel searing hot
emotion,
And gargling down my throat
nonchalantly,
As if this was all just a walk in the park.
Pippa x
1 comment:
I have a poem that sounds exactly like this. Bastardly twisty feelings. Really good.
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