Poem #409

glue coating my insides
thick and uncomfortable
things I shouldn’t say
things I feel compelled to share
the words are acetone
but it burns as I speak
the liquid drips into my throat
dissolving the glue
but hurting me
burns into my insides
the glue is gone though

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