dilou

United States

sixteen

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“there is nothing to writing. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” - ernest hemmingway

syrup sips

August 9, 2020

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sticky, sweet
clean your teeth
count to ten
lie again 

sickly, sweet
heavy heat
choke it down
oh, but how
overheated
feeling faint
sluggish thoughts
irritate
stay still
play nice
don't make a scene

violent thoughts
twitching hands
perfect posture 
I can't stand
too loud
too hot
my stomach flips

sticky, sickly, awful
syrup sips
very rough, vaguely poetic interpretation of what my anxiety feels like at social gatherings. feedback is welcomed & cherished.

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  • Gabriel Goodwin

    This is amazing. Almost reads out like a song in my head! I also read this feeling tensed and awkward for the first time, didn't believe I got your poem right! Great jobbb! :DDD


    about 1 year ago