there are only so many synonyms for the word “gloom,”

and all seem to fill my mind when i think about my cavity inside my chest,

the emptiness within that is calling out and hoping to be occupied

because it echoes with remorse for all of the lovers that it unintentionally kicked out

the jealously built up in a pile in the corner of my heart and began to take over like an army of soldiers,

one by one lining up to fight off the enemy, or so it thought

it bound itself to my heart’s inner lining and overflowed into my arteries until they became clogged

my body in terrible distress, my mind in a manic mode

and i don’t know what to do


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