a graveyard of shame

a graveyard of shame

it waits for me like a smug lover, knowing that i’ll run back into it’s ready

embrace. depression slouches in
the corner, seducing me with heated words

and clammy hands. the numbness penetrates my teeth. i bite down on the

ache. my gums are sore and my mouth is a graveyard of shame.

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