Wired

Wired

A 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.

© 2016 scarlynn


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scarlynn
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