Drip, drip, dripping down my throat

It burns softly, gently

Always careful not to scar

Churning in my stomach

Coursing through my veins

I feel it pulsing away

Everpresent, barely there

Background noise to the background noise

Reshaping me slowly, softly, gently

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Bending and twisting but taking care not to break

I could never ask for a better designer

I don't look the same, but I recognize myself

Don't feel the same, but comfortably familiar

Content to sink down into the cushions and let it happen

Dozing off as I'm rewritten

When I awake, maybe I won't be recognizable anymore

Maybe I don't mind