Again

Nervous ticks give away the bad to come
Food starts to taste like metal
then loses its taste altogether
I dismantle my upbeat playlists without thought
and re-read Breakfast of Champions…again
What I thought were butterflies all turn
to spiders and phantom hands
And I text an ex-something and tell myself
we were only ever friends
It’s my intuition striking again
Something bad is about to happen again

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