Missing you is like crying
I wish I had told you this before I cried.
Emptiness envelops me
A white hotness then black
Then, just black
Tears now
Or just the feeling
With my intestines its string
The yo-yo of my stomach twists
Vibrations originating in my brain stem
Overcame me
My body refuses the action
A swelling held back
Biceps, Triceps clenched
It was something I said
And didn’t
Alone now
Jail is like dying
I wish I had told you this
Before I died.
~ Books P.
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