Unhander

My stomachs churning. It’s not churning.

My bloods boiling.

Anger–Unhander

Banter, useless. Fueled. Flipped.

Corresponding triggers

Have you seen stars, but died before you were 19?

I love the way the nine sits back into the question mark

9?

Will it be like that when I hit publish?

Perhaps

You could save this to your drafts

Say it’s your words

Prisoner.

 

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