Delicious
Instant IV flush
Spreads a soothing salve
Tethering my frantic focus
Refreshing videos, scrolling images
Amassing armaments of tabs, apps to bypass abandonment to a still brain
Care from the nurses, but the colors on my screen
Tuck me in, titrate till time runs out
Immunized to my fears
Oblivious to my doubts
Numb to my hopes
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