Terminal 5

I get to my terminal
and start to cry.

It stings, it aches,
It’s alive.
My stomach clenched,
Clawing the inside
Mute, tongue-tied
And terrified.

I watch your lips,
Your eye squint to one side
I devour the emptiness
like greasy fries.
Sex calories wrapped
in saturated fat,
I feel fucking heavy
And my throat’s cracked.

I lose my chance,
My gut expands
The words sink to my toes
And melt in the sand.

Feet charred,
Mouth dry,
I get to my terminal
and start to cry.

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