i feel like shit.

my words, reeking of feelings,
carry the stench of decay.
Digestion of thoughts and memories
into emotion produces waste.

toxicity builds tension,
and a tolerance for poison.
the sole purpose of loving recollection,
the regurgitation of my existence,
to destroy hope for oblivion.

-my self-
left only to consume
and to be consumed.

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