Peach Pit


I can’t shake this empty feeling

In the peach pit 

Scraping the bottom

Of my wallowing stomach 

It seems to always cave in 

Once I had thought it was full

Kneeling down on the bathroom floor 

Fingers trying to smooth out

The lumpy dumpling stuck in my throat

Sometimes I can gulp it down

Most of the time it lingers

Lingers on like a foul odor 

Grasping at the back of my gullet

Daisies, You fill me up with daisies

But I keep plucking at the petals 

Until grey ash remains 

Why can’t I stop peeling away the flowers

Why can’t I let things be 

Immobilized by the weaknesses of myself

When I know for damn sure all this thinking is pointless 

All these drawn-out feelings 

Sunken eyes leaking saltwater

I am better than this 

Today is just an off day

Just accept that 

Ball today up in my tiny fists 

And breathe a little longer


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