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Stifling
in his shirt and jacket
his skin chafes under his packed belt,
the trigger cord snaking into his pocket
through a hole in his pants
he doesn’t want to do it
His heart thumps
palms sweat
his head feels thick, woolen
bile rises in his throat
He hesitates,
gags, swallows
takes a deep breath
as the bus screeches to the curb
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I love your work! The line breaks are great. along with my Peel blog I also have a poetry blog (I’m hoping to smoosh the two this week, as I haven’t touched the poetry one in months).
It’s called “I Tease them out, poems.”
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This writing has the effect & image of the uncanny, painful unrelenting life.
You have obviously been writing & thinking for a long time.
Thank you so much for your comment. I am pleased, proud, and deeply honored that you think so highly of my work. Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by my blog and leave your comments here, I am so glad that you enjoyed my poem. And thank you so much for subscribing to my blog as well. I truly appreciate it!
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