This thing lives in my chest
It stifles and strangles me, wheezing tight sips of blessed breath
between gnashing teeth and a clench-locked jaw
I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to die
I want to say all the pretty words
I want to sing pretty melodies
with crafty, competent accompaniment
But this thing lives in my chest, rent free
No taxes, no overhead, no HOA, no finders fee
Through tight thoughts and scrunched foreheads,
throbbing veins and squinting eyes
I want to scream, I want to cry
This thing bubbling over
a roiling boil, yet it never rises to the top
Oh, let the mercies of God keep me.
- cocoaTea.poetry
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