when i think of you

the devil in disguise
your presence, my demise
blood pressure on the rise
that feeling in my stomach
like dead butterflies
still hovering around
dark and cold
screaming a silent sound
they come crashing down
like death
morbid and depressed
I’d rip my insides out
to lay these insects to rest
to never hear your voice again
is my only request

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Author: iekika nikole

mother.writer.stenographer.and so much more.

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