scotch tape

this
apathetic lethargy
hollowness
pulsates inside of me
and i get scared
when the nothing
is all i truly feel
threading the needle
trying not to
have a complete and
utter breakdown

i am held together
with strips of
scotch tape and
best fucking intentions
vibrating
filled with angry hornets
that cannot tell
friend from foe
stinging
into perpetuity
until all that remains
is a pile of goop

i pinch myself
to be sure
this hell constantly
burns hot with my disdain

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