THOSE THORNS

 

Before I fall into another period of my time, 
The void I feel tightens so hard within me 
It feels like a belt of sharp thorns pressing, 
Making me nauseous, 
Feeling disgusting and unpleasant. 
The emptiness of my inner body, 
It divides into sectors, 
Makes me alarmed, 
Apprehensive 
And overwhelmed. 
The consternation, 
The dismal dread of fear which erupts in me frightens me less.……

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