"Veins tattoo the dry light seers
and drains my crazy prize."
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Poetry"Mom notices my squirming as I sit at the dinner table. I roll my eyes and look away- I need that numbing of the cable. With static screens and Instagram feeds the throb is satiated. It's a short reprieve from its twist...
Part III | Tremors
"Veins tattoo the dry light seers
and drains my crazy prize."
