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Toxic

 
daily dawn breaks with pain
thudding, flooding
this enveloping cocoon of
hair and sheets
the stench of
body, blood and
distress

relentless pounding brain surf
invokes waves of
emotional nausea
urge to purge
bile and words
awakening toxic need
to reach from this cage and
infect other souls
end my isolation
seeking touch for my hurt

If I can't get out
perhaps I'll pull you in

Written by brokentitanium (k.)
Published
Author's Note
Physical, psychological... it's all the same. But these covid headaches are no joke.
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