i tasted still water last week.

a poem about the times i self-sabotaged just to feel something.

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i tasted still water last week

and it was stale — calm

but not for me.

the only liquid

that travels down

my throat with ease

scalds pharynx with ardor.

if its trail

does not hurt,

i do not understand

how to swallow.

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com

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