she sits quietly, motionless
willing her mind to stop turning
if only she could manage to become emotionless
maybe her stomach would stop churning
•
she was tired of the bile taste of failure
but was afraid it would be her last meal
she knew she was her only jailer
yet she just couldn’t learn not to feel
~Melanie Thomason
2018
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