Nobody cares
&
trauma reassures itself
that all is wrong,
by pouring sensation
into your
bifurcated spine,
so your eyes only
look in,
where no light enters.
&
You think what you feel
is the only thing that’s real.
&
You don't know you are repelling
the hands that shape
the medicine
that you need,
while your red,
blue,
yellow,
green puzzle memories
drain from your ears
&
your bloated fingers munch
on the watered colors
&
as you keep drinking
from your own self-aggrandizing
monologue, you think
this is only your sedative,
but you are wrong,
thinking if you ran out of water
nobody would care
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