Why do I feel like Enjin and I would smash while I’m in the Guita onsie
(Ps it has a front zipper 🤫)
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Why do I feel like Enjin and I would smash while I’m in the Guita onsie
(Ps it has a front zipper 🤫)
1.
Mouth full of noise
Mouth full of other sharp things
Mouth gaping around a shattersound.
Mouth full of-
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(Sorry)
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The mouth is a vacant, violent thing.
The act of chewing your mouth back shut
draws blood like wick from a candle
2.
The sense of burning isn’t fire its just
the way your body isn’t built to tear at itself
from within because of the way your body
is built like this anyways,
anyways when the lungs cant hold air
anymore you get all your ribcage
lit up in neon in your torso.
Even with your eyes closed,
Pain makes you luminescent
3.
Over the years it has become more
and more of a conversation with yourself
that you’ve learned to decipher and this year
you spat the first sentence into existence
and responded with the grinding sound of
gravel pouring from your throat on
public transportation, on the damn train,
sitting cross legged on the floor during a delay,
cutting yourself off at the air supply.
Then apologizing with the same air
and throat and tongue convulsing as before
What else could it be but language?
4.
Mouth’s full of wet sound.
Nothing else you can do with it
but keep your air as still as suffocation.
Shallow grave breathing, dirt in the back
of your throat and you cough
and you cough
(Sorry)
and you cough
and all it does is lodge more and more grit
In your system
Your lungs are full too.
Thick wet mud comes coughing up tasting
like mucus and medicine. Like winter
coming back. Like it never left at all.
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four meditations on a chronic condition // PD
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