That fucking
feeling when
confronting something
that you
wish would
go away.
What feeling
is that?
It isn’t
anger or
annoyance, it
burns the
linings of
the stomach
more than
that. A
dark corner
that you
wish had
light shone
into it.
It doesn’t
matter what
it’s called
anyway, because
that’s the
best feeling
against all
the others.
Mary X.
Mary X
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