SYNESTHESIA
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* words by Charlotte Haley, art by abigail hodges
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Decay
You say
I feel pushed to apologise for my own problem
Sin of my doing
Undoing, more like
Unwinding unpeeling unsettling and stealing
My smile from me
Now I’m ashamed.
When I run my tongue over it feels like a bumpy under-road trailer park
A place nobody’d think of to live and yet here they are
Tucked under and away but tongue is their troll
And harassment like this can have no common good.
You say to me
Start doing what you know you should be.
Take over your own life’s want
With the will of the people!
But I can’t. I never brush my teeth and I don’t intend to start.