uncomfortable

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you make me

uncomfortable

you make my

toes curl

my face 

contort 

my eyelids

slam shut


teeth 

grinding against stones

thin paper

slicing skin

peeling flesh

slowly tearing

maggots

wriggling out 

of empty eye sockets

bits 

of slimy food

heavy breath

you



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