Press hard against the spot with metal.
Tap softly with a warm, clean cloth.
Things I think of as I take off to Spain.
OCD pains. I can’t pick my face here or ever.
The plane tilts. Like perpetual motion, it feels.
When I’m enclosed, like now or in the shower;
I’m perpetually scared of how scared I was before.
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