The day I swallow doubt,
I feel it in my stomach,
Sitting like a heavy sack
Shifting to the corner of my left hip;
Pulsating.
Infused with guilt,
Stirred with fluid regret
& moulded like hardened clay-
still sitting
On my left hip.
still pulsing,
in alternate rhythm to
my unsettling heartbeat.
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