Uncomfortable in my own skin, pulled tight over my body ready to explode.
Born in emptiness, begging for satiation. Insulating in perfection.
Stuffing the void with illegitimate affection, the cancer seeps in, spreading. Swelling.
So full.
Vanishing under the pressure of distended dependence, praying for salvation.
Refusing to nourish the monster.
My prayers answered, deflated in hope.
Enduring in distraction.
Times up.
This fullness is all too familiar.
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