Genre: Poetry
Universe: n/a
Rating: PG / TW: None
My body feels
Oh does it feel
Chronic crumbling plaster
Over fraying wires
Echoing anxieties in empty rooms
And a plea to be reconstructed better
Author's Note: If you couldn't tell, I felt downright icky today.
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