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Thorny Poetry - 19. The Colour

it’s the colour of bile

makes a sound like a high pitched whine

gobbles you up and eats you alive

then spits you back up

 

stomach churns

as it comes full circle

have to get the monster out

it sits in the pit of my stomach like

a bezoar

 

still the body tries

turns itself inside out

pulls itself apart, cries

out out out out out out out

get out

 

shivering over the toilet bowl

 

it’s the colour of bile

makes a sound like a high pitched whine

a ringing in your ear

a darkness in your mind

 

that’s what anxiety is like

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