melting into porcelain
nauseous nervous nodding
my head hurts it’s pounding
my leg shakes the surrounding
cloth on my skin, it dances
it drips with sweat or sticks with still fear
it’s all around all over me
i can’t keep driving, i don’t know how to steer
my gut my gas my last meal out my ass
at least i didn’t throw it up
i’m melting into porcelain
not like a doll or a tea cup
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
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