This is not a drill
This is not a scam
This is not a prank
This is not just pretty words strung together like a necklace, like a gorget to protect the heart that leapt into my throat
This is a cry for help
This is just a bad dream
This is just paranoia
This will soon be done
This doesn't matter at all
You saw nothing
I felt nothing
And now I melt into my memories
And melancholic melodies
Infused with melatonin
How can I prove a single thing
Even that I exist?
