rubber bands

how my stomach began to churn
like entangled chungi rubber bands
what a mess, what a mess
oh if only you could have seen.

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onsdag

“i mean, it wasn’t supposed to be this way…not like this at least…,” he thought and frowned his face with such might. it was as if he had swallowed a lemon whole. it had been one of those days, when he questioned himself, “why was he doing what he was doing when he was so miserable…? it wasn’t supposed to be this way…not like this at least…”

 

Onsdag

the straps of her sandals hug her flesh tight
and her veins turn into thick earthworms,
into dams that hold the blood from reaching her toes.
but there’s still an hour left at work
and yet another to reach home
only then she can unleash the numbness of her little toes.