I sweat sourly
Like melting green candle wax
Skin a sore mistake
And I wonder slow
If anyone cares at all
Up at dark ceilings
The darkness won't speak
Quiet like a serpent's tongue
Dormant behind teeth
So in my green sweat
My sadness silently wails
I — its calm servant
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PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
