I eat my feelings by Holly Fred

At night, my feelings crawl out
my mouth and sit at the end
of my bed. They pull themselves
out my belly slowly, so
I don't wake up.
 
They let me rest at night, 
and dream without them. 
 
Every morning I devour
them with desperation. 
They settle inside me like
rocks and weigh me down for the
rest of the day.
 
I eat my feelings because I don't want
to move from here. I don't know anything
else. 
 
 

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