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So watch your tongue;
that slippery thing between your lips.
And caution lost words
which you would miss.
I’m too often tired and always too achy.
My spine feels sallow; infinity breaks me.
Staring blindly at the day,
deciding everything’s ok.
Just write a verse and start anew
There’s nothing else I can really do.
I used to be poetic in my thinking;
Now my hands smell like blood and I feel bloated
like I’ve died but my brain hasn’t accepted death.
Maybe I’m stagnating.
Just jump in the shower- your friends are waiting.
Keep the pen moving. Stop masturbating.
Wasting thoughts on drizzly days.
Wake up and find the way.
- ellen eldridge
