heat of the moment, memory of the heat

sticky still air

and thoughts of a dickhead

there’s an ache behind my heart and tension in my brain

my blood is like tar

my sweat is like rain

my eyes flow over, i wish for that

but the tension holds me back and uncried tears become a dry husk of a tongue

resting uneasily in my throat

 

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