Desperation in Desire
My emotions are not my own,
Yet I feel them as if they are,
Overwhelming and absolutely there,
Hard in my stomach,
Painful and contrite.
I ball my fists and wait for it to pass,
But it never does,
It coils deeper in my belly,
Until I can't breathe,
Grabbing hold of my heart,
And threatening to squeeze.
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