The blanket

The blanket is too hot.
But there’s no point getting out
Today.
My face is damp salty itchy
And I can feel the wet rolling off of my chin
My lips are cracked and dry but there’s no mouth-words
Today.
Instead I can feel the wails howling against my ribs
It makes my fingers shake, stomach ache
I cork them with my tongue
Push it down, gritted teeth

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Xe Olivine

Soothing my insomnia Instagram: olivinex

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