pain

it started, slowly at first, then all at once.

anxiety- sadness- numbness- anger

boiling inside me, faster than the water i make chai in.

heart broken, not enough screens to fix it.

one first, and then there were four.

“Facetime- missed call”

four screens- to remind me of my pain

pain that resides at home

your blond hair, didnt do me justice

“ESL” boldly written- over my face and voice

rejected

turmoil

“you’re so wordly”

i speak but the pain bubbles in

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