
The taste of these days
Is ice on my tongue.
I swallow the melting pieces
My neck feeling numb.
Chills run down my spine
Pins and needles
Prick my fingertips.
An ache spreads from my jaw to my head
All across the bowl of my brain.
Tiny fishes shiver in the cold waves
That has entered the mindspace
Drifting, drifting away
To a particular thought that’s bleeding me-
What will be?
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~insight07
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