Push The burn comes on

by clippedtrust · 13/02/2026
Published 13/02/2026 09:34

Push. The burn comes on,

behind the eyes, a sting.

Then the taste, sudden, gone

yet present. A sharp, raw thing.


Like licking an old cent,

or biting down too hard.

A metallic scent.

My body's final card.

Just breath, then this.

#existential dread #mortality #pain #sensory experience

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