your voice was a scrawl but you kept it confined to letters that were small cramped and perpendicular.
you saw with muted vision but the rigors of insanity gave you
crazy eyes that refused to look away.
your mouth lacked confidence so you ripped it open but the slash would not align straight anymore,
and maybe it screamed so loud for medicine
all day and all night
that after a while you stopped being able to say no.
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heath?
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