anger
She was there three nights ago, in my dreams. A sweet scent filled my head. Thoughts crammed into every space I have available within my body. Anger that I cannot contain drips out of my mouth and ass. Pain and hurt like watching my mother die. You can find me wrapping my face in cellophane some nights, just to imagine, just pretending; imagining
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