Congested

Poetry

Where the fuck

Are you when

I need you?

Why are you

Not seeping out

Of my skin

Like you

Normally do?

Like sweat?

Like blood?

Like tears?

My heart is

A congested nose

Full and blocked

Of too many

Bacterial thoughts

But nothing comes

Out when I blow

Like when I am in

A place where

It is overcrowded

With loud

Laughing people

And I cannot speak

As I hide in the

Corner like a

Whimpering dog

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