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Compress Expand Implode Shatter

Irati 🔱🦉
QUING OF THYME
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1 min readMay 18, 2020

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The door to the shoebox is too tall for me to reach the handle
It sucks me through and chokes me
My limbs are bulging
My carnal matter is interlocked and taking up more space than exists
My joints are in weird places and angling to the skies
Piercing through raw concrete
My lungs are darkest black
My retinae and eardrums switch
My skin feels hatred
Colours debleed and it weighs so pungent
Memories that never were haunting my sleeping mind
Cracking the whip
A lifetime later
I jolt
Yet still unsleeping

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Irati 🔱🦉
QUING OF THYME

antifascist feminist thinking about (&) feeling many things // not “a man” // any pronouns but "he/him" // human // ʎ|y