I’ll Distill You

1/21/21

Wait.
I’ll distill you.
I’ll conform to you.
Cause it’s hollow in here
And —
And I can’t take any more of it.

Please,
I’ll swallow you.
I’ll eat you whole.
Just like a hatchet,
and my closet —
I’ll distill you.

What comes to mind first?
Why, a will and a kiss!
A flashback to a wish
and something —
something so much more than this.

I struggle to find the words
for all the pain i’ve felt.
It’s so non-consequential.
It’s a shell.
I’m so hollow mommy.

I’ll distill you
Pleas
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I’ll o yo
conform t u,

Ju od.
st- g
s I’ll d thing.
Ju t- o any

Mo
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