Things i never tell you

poetry

sometimes I want to wring my neck

like a waterlogged dishcloth

sometimes I want to squeeze my eyes

until my brain vessels pop

sometimes I want to spike my gut

until my insides flow

but

i cannot allow my soul

to dive deep below

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