this space
i occupied
no longer
goes soft
and comfortable
the walls
wept when
the songs played
my blood
boiled as
i slept
i shrank
to nothing
i was glad
to do it
glad to
be rid
of that
anxiety
sometimes
horrors pass
through
my brain
and i feel
every capillary
contract
when i wake
i swear
i can sweat
blood.
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