Fuck this burning pinch of unfounded guilt that turns on a spit in my gut, begging for attention.
Bodies carry what is shoved down in horrid bundles of denied emotion.
It can hold only what it must, the rest festers and oozes out in tics and shouts.
Overflowing now and forever until it kills every glimmer of life, every hope.
Let it flood out through salt and excitement, whispers and anger. Through paper and ink.
Picture is from pintrist, couldn’t find creator. 😟