it’s kind of like a dripping faucet.
but kind of.
behind my eyes.
in my chest. in my stomach.
i don’t know. it’s just there.
it isn’t a feeling that other people really talk about.
so i don’t know how to say it.
it isn’t exactly not like a dripping faucet.
i guess. kind of.
pressure. or sickness.
it’s black and thorny. but it’s also liquid.
thick oozing. black
coming out of a dripping faucet.
kind of. not exactly, though.