paint

i feel like i’m drinking paint sometimes.

thick, mushy, swirly-

i know that we all are.

yours seems so diluted sometimes. i ball up

envy and fear rolling over each other

my sighs are echoing through the house again.

heavy breaths that float through doors

and whisper

regret.

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