FRIDAY: Indigestion


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I’m not quite sure
if I crawled into your ear
when your head was turned
Or if you swallowed
me whole
while my guard was down
But here I sit
in the pit
of your stomach.

You feel
my uncomfortable pressure
and try to spit me out
But I’m trapped
despite both of our efforts
to push away
and be free
of the other.

we’re each alone
fighting the same battle
with ourselves
while I’m stuck
in the pit
of your stomach.

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