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...