Insular.

Icky and itchy
There’s maggots
On the inside
Necrotic flesh be gone

There’s no time
To absorb other people
Your throat feels tight
And your heart flutters

Pulling a stray thread
And hoping it doesn’t
Begin the unravelling

You’re walking through a dream
Everything is familiar
But nothing is real

You’ve finally realised
Nobody else is at fault
It’s all you

 

 

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