WiredA Poem by scarlynn
scratching in skin scratching
walls, the doorbell- fire sympathizer, I can't tell what's going on my hands are shaking too fast. third night this week, last week next week to morrow, my schedule in the hands of seven pills. we are back where we started.
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Added on August 8, 2016 Last Updated on August 8, 2016 |