My new poem published

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Retort Magazinein Retort.

My old childhood demon the one who used to visit me and sit on my chest
like hes doing now
makes it hard to breathe
Hes gotten heavier with time but hes almost see-through
like a ghost
The weight seems all in his giant ball sack spread out across my chest

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