By: Owl

The gray has set in now

With its various shades of light and dark

Not a perfect lonliness

But its perpetual

Swallowing me whole

Pouring salt into my dreams at night

Keeping me small
My face I know is like a movie

The one that they show when someone didn't win the big game,

I guess Hollywood is more accurate that way

So many of them starving for confidence

A uniqueness only made in the womb

So they probably know what its like

My stomach is stewing a deep red

One that's taken over my heart

And is turning me inside out

Slowly engulfing me

Into nothing.

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