what is it with
the things which are eating our insides
that cannot be ignored
cannot be provoked
but is always persistent.
like a humid summer morning,
crippling sun behind thin nylon curtains –
warmth, and sweat and tangled dreams,
the ones that refuse to wake you up
that hold you inside
that keep you frightened.

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