This is another poem from September of this year.
It is one of the few poems I wrote in that month in which I was not trying to find the head space of a character.
As for the state I was in... I am unable to recall.
Either way, I hope you enjoy.
Slither
Crawls from the abyss
Fresh
Hot
Stinging
Like an open wound
It seeks to consume
All encompassing
Suffocating
Struggle to breath
Then exhale.
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