Uncontrolled Feeling Poems

I haven’t played to my searchers in a while, so here is a little something for those of us who love the experience…

He felt as though every moment, every change in demeanor meant that his body would swell, his muscle fibers would grow, his skin tinge green and his shirt tear over rippling pectorials like a neuclearly mal-adjusted comic book character. His clothes stay whole, though, and he never beats anyone but himself up. He’s falling in love and the spiraling has him in permanent vertigo. He searches and searches, never realizing that all feeling is uncontrolled.

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