You are the itch on the inside of a vital organ,
the clench of a fist,
the stretch of a hand,
the crease of a brow,
the hot steam of caffeine,
the cold sting of a glass bottle.
An opened mail,
an empty message,
a hollow eye.
Courtney Askey. Aspiring film director & musician in Leicester. I eat a lot of cake, drink a lot of coffee, have a lot of cats, make a lot of things and I'm desperately in love with Keats.
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