You think too much. Feel too much.

See too much and do too much.

You close off for fear of feeling

and yet it pours out of you

like a septic wound.

You seep and reek of tumultuous

emotion; swallowing and spitting out.

Repeat. Repeat. Again. Repeat. The flesh

of you too sickening to look at. You’re

too much to bare.

The thing no one want’s to touch. The

one who is to be touched in the dark.

It’s important to drown your veins

in alcohol before touching this body.

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