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illegible intuition

Writer's picture: Bethany StimacBethany Stimac

my gut’s been gently torn in half

by my unborn days of future past,

they play a game of tug-o-war

with my trusty organs, on my back


and i fear becoming riddled with

the illness of regret—

but i can’t neglect the fret

of all the choices i have yet


so i soak in stress and doubt and hope,

like a slivered bar of wet hand soap


and i can’t forget the bet that those

decisions yet to fret on won’t

tear in two my organs more,

or rip apart my heart the most


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