safereturn - Hello Poetry

Disturbances in electrical impulses, slowing down or gaining speed. My heart works fine but I can tell you my smoke detector developed ventricular tachycardia and I was never good in an emergency. Screaming for help but of course I don't have any batteries. Unscrew. Dismantle. Stuff in a drawer. Hole in the ceiling. Exposed wire. Hole in the chest. Exposed fear.

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC

Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome (SADS)

Disturbances in electrical impulses, slowing down or gaining speed. My heart works fine but I can tell you my smoke detector developed ventricular tachycardia and I was never good in an emergency. Screaming for help but of course I don't have any batteries. Unscrew. Dismantle. Stuff in a drawer. Hole in the ceiling. Exposed wire. Hole in the chest. Exposed fear.

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The rope bridge is collapsing behind me. Scrambling for purchase, I see the backs of heads. My hand slips against the grain of the fibers. I could reach with my other, but it’s holding the scissors.

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC

out of reach

The rope bridge is collapsing behind me. Scrambling for purchase, I see the backs of heads. My hand slips against the grain of the fibers. I could reach with my other, but it’s holding the scissors.

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It’s a losing game. Start with three hearts, two fade out. So now we all play with doubt, never trying another route. Dead end lanes. Running away from a brain that’s the cause of the pain. Here I am, left with the shame. My mother told me not to be afraid. Her own mother left and she wasn’t the same. In pictures, mine is still in frame, but now she can’t even remember my name.

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Nov 12, 2025

Nov 12, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC

we all leave in the end

It’s a losing game. Start with three hearts, two fade out. So now we all play with doubt, never trying another route. Dead end lanes. Running away from a brain that’s the cause of the pain. Here I am, left with the shame. My mother told me not to be afraid. Her own mother left and she wasn’t the same. In pictures, mine is still in frame, but now she can’t even remember my name.

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The hush of blankets over sheets is not a comfort to me. Push it off later and later until he tells me he’ll make it himself. Reflexively, I take this pardon selfishly. For getting up feels a lot like giving in, and when I lay down I know the ache will begin again. Here’s the trend: I’ll close my eyes but all too soon I’ll open them— that’s the danger in my head, sometimes I wish I never had to open them. Don’t tell Melanie, It’ll turn into a thing and then she will turn to her notes and tell me that ideation is a self fulfilling prophecy. But the prophecy is a part of me, to separate it won’t turn it to nothing. I promise you I’m trying but the answer is hidden under lock and key. He’s pulling back the covers; expects me to slip under. But in sleep, I do not find comfort.

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Nov 12, 2025

Nov 12, 2025 at 6:20 PM UTC

I Hate Making the Bed

The hush of blankets over sheets is not a comfort to me. Push it off later and later until he tells me he’ll make it himself. Reflexively, I take this pardon selfishly. For getting up feels a lot like giving in, and when I lay down I know the ache will begin again. Here’s the trend: I’ll close my eyes but all too soon I’ll open them— that’s the danger in my head, sometimes I wish I never had to open them. Don’t tell Melanie, It’ll turn into a thing and then she will turn to her notes and tell me that ideation is a self fulfilling prophecy. But the prophecy is a part of me, to separate it won’t turn it to nothing. I promise you I’m trying but the answer is hidden under lock and key. He’s pulling back the covers; expects me to slip under. But in sleep, I do not find comfort.

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