everything is on the paper
I left part of myself there too
I need to get rid of the excess
because everyday I’m growing bigger
taking up more space
and it’s not sustainable
that’s why I expel words
and write the things.
to disappear, they must be performed
or else they sit and rot
and start to cling to my insides
coating me in thick cynicism
viscous liquid inside an inflating balloon
I don’t want to pop