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Paige Sabrina Harris

Paige Harris
- Mar 1, 2020
- 1 min read

Peach Pit

I can’t shake this

Empty feeling

The peach pit

Scraping the bottom

Of my wallowing stomach

It seems to always cave in

Once I had thought it was full

Kneeling down on the bathroom floor

Fingers trying to smooth out

The lumpy dumpling stuck in my throat

Sometimes I can gulp it down

Most of the time

It lingers

Like a foul odour

Grasping at the back of my gullet

Daisies

You fill me up with daisies

But I keep plucking at the petals

Until grey ash remains

Why can’t I stop

Peeling away the petals

Why can’t I

Let things be

Immobilized by the weaknesses

Of myself

I know for damn sure

All this thinking is pointless

All these drawn-out feelings

Sunken eyes

Leaking saltwater

I am better than this

Today is just an off day

Accept that

Ball today up

In tiny fists

Breathe a little longer

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