a shape of say

a shape of say i grab fists of body every time here. standing. biting tongue. pulling hair. telling. again. i lose. focus. licking lips. crossing knees. thighs. this lower body way to express my silent code of un-lockable. what unfocussed eyes circle into seeing. and i will pretend. appease. make comfort seem as if i can grip what i never tell. locked within one. voice. my expression. taking form.

capture of my jump

capture of my jump i drank him out of the bottle with a licked rim, head jerk kind of way. bumping hips like exposure. like my unquenchable thirst might be comforted through tone. i heard one. voice. carrying above new; ways i pump to redefined rhythm. i walk. a beat i never express. out. loud inside, how i turn. reigniting my reminder. thick sighs. low gasp. and i never. any. more. thought. felt. assumed that something keeping me awake. open...
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