In my head
by
Riddhi Setty
I live inside my head a lot, mostly because it never shuts the door on me. It always welcomes me in, a hot cup of tea and an ever growing plate of unresolved issues waiting at the table. I chew and I chew, and I chew until I choke. I gasp as I feel the air knocked out of me, problem after problem stuck in my throat, Forcing themselves back up, screaming to get out of my mouth. The plate only ever gets heavier. I fantasize about breaking it, Watching it shatter into a million little pieces. I am too afraid. Not because of what will happen when it breaks, But because I know I will want to put it back together. So I sit there at the table, And I chew.
afterwards
by Amanda Book
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