January 14, 2020 · 4:09 PM
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overfull

her head is overfull

with thoughts of him

she can feel them pushing out through her hair follicles

seeping out of her pores

thoughts she could once contain, contract

now expand and explode until they fill the room

thoughts of him push aside the bedside table

there is no space left for anything

or anyone

else

 

~Melanie Thomason

1/14/2020

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4 responses to “overfull”

  1. hitandrun1964
    January 14, 2020 at 5:47 PM

    Quite the visual! Excellent poem.

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  2. patientandkindlove
    January 15, 2020 at 6:33 PM

    Sounds as though it’s quite messy falling in love with this guy, lol

    Reply

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