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click tap tap
wake up, what's that?
oh self, why are we in this blinding place?
in this blinding room with our chest so sore
and our organs heaving themselves at the
patterns of yellow and gray on the floor.
come, collect yourself, to bed
i drag the body back to her room
and prop her up where she might see the window
a glimpse at the moon
so gently, now
whats all this,
with your skin too tight and
your aching ribs?
you can tell me, self, if you know.
but she doesnt think, so she doesnt know, and
i cant make her be where i cant think to go
so i crawl back to sleep, and I cringe when she moans
and I'll never wake up from this