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Rotten, ripping, rolling rumble
Waves rolling in my ears, crashing, stumbling
Blood like dripping from my eyes
Nostrils
Gums, seeping
drop drop
drop
drop
like a dog has bitten through the flesh of my calf
water is poison
there is acid on my tongue
chronic intrusion. exhaustion
eyes cannot be heavy when the mind races
falling asleep to sirens
waking up to 140
and white spots under my eyelids
sobbing, sobbing, sobbing.
pupils narrow corner to corner
sore, dry, sticky, wet
i am sick
today i am sick
tomorrow i will be sicker
i want to live if i can kill this anxious me.
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Wow your words really paint a vivid picture.