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We live together, you and me.

You live inside me.

You move through my body.

I feel you in my throat,

burning like a struck match,

covering my words in ash.

I feel you in my stomach,

thick and foul,

making me sick.

I feel you in my head,

permeating every thought,

clawing at my eyes,

altering what I see.

You live inside me.

Strip everything I am and you will remain,

small and black,

bitter and hard like a bit of coal,

moving across my insides,

darkening wherever you go.

You live inside me.

 

Amy Lawson