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