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[sarcasticsquirrel]

i wrote this the first day of classes. i had been thinking of sitting in the restaraunt with peter the night before he left, experimenting with posture. thinking about how the more i fold in on myself emotionally, the more i stop speaking, stop verbalizing my thoughts and feelings and opinions, the more my posture folds in on itself as well.

my feet are shrinking
more and more,
shoulders stare longingly
at knees,
teeth hold back
thoughts
like prison gates,
keys are breaking
more and more,
my eyes are still speaking
but no one knows
the language.