frantic, hit-by-a-car
gun-in-my-mouth
snapped-fingers
wide eyes and no words to be found,
nerves surging through my skin
in yellow strings or webs, lightning,
shivering as if the fever
was already dismantling,
systematically dismantling every defense
that i'm throwing up against it,
confused and desperate and drowning
in that tidal wave of
everything i can't change
half the time i want to kill
and half the time i want to die.
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