I have some friends
that live inside of me.
They wreck me and
maybe they aren’t
real(ly) friends.

When they know
there’s no one there
they make me wail out
in pain.

They clog my throat
as if it were a pipe,
and they jump up and down my heart
as if it were
a trampoline
(and sometimes they pinch it
really hard).

Sometimes they run around
in my brain and scream
in laughter
or in horror.

I don’t know if they are my friends
at all.

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