the empty bottles broken dishes stained floor - all remnants of my shipwreck the monument to my derailment the life i ignored as i pursued the elusive rolling my eyes deep in my skull reaching back to discover the wires behind my head i dared to tug at the tender lines -- a rainbow of plastic thread wound round my brainstem like a massive root my eyes swell with dread only pain will release this cancer |
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