The long, coiled regret wraps itself around my neck,
hissing sweet soft doubts in my ear.
There it lies, weight heavy on my shoulders
slithering sorrow up my spine.
I tear my heart out, smash it to pieces
sick of the anguish, sick of the hesitation, the torment the fear
And I wring myself of feeling, pain and remorse.
til I am warm, dry. hollow.
But yet, the dissonant sibilance whispers to me,
chokes me, constricts me
And I stoop to fit the broken shreds back in place.
All the while slowly its venom drips,
burning between the misshapen cracks.
when feeling returns, deep down—
I ache.
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