my mind is a mess
I
am
sick.
every muscle
every breath
I pop a pill
and wait to feel progress
shut up
everything
the blinds
the music
my mind
the day
I
am
sick
the cold
shivers every cell
and pain
writhes rampant
on the chaos-sticken-freeway
that is hidden
under a thin, pink skin
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