XXVII

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A cramp

on inspiration

dampening creativity

fucking with my head


Their existence is emotionally exhausting

they are the poison

injected into my bloodstream

by the very iv they hold

stabbing one needle

wrongly at a time


Drips of blood draw

surfacing and plunging to the floor

day by day

i become weaker


Losing a war

outside

crippling to the war

inside.


-what's going on




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