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Hiding

I roll my tongue and hide it inside the cave of my mouth.
Hiding

I roll my tongue and hide it inside the cave of my mouth.

I clip my nails and curl my toes.

I open my eyes wide in terror when a bee šŸ buzzes;

but I plug my ears ā€” what if it finds a place to hide in the tunnel of my ear?

I scrub the floor clean with my bristled hair;

and paint our walls with soot ā€” each time my anger takes over.

I'm a demon of the wind, and a monster of your soul.

I will never sit still and never will I make you feel whole.