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Mar 2015
The screws dug deeper
        into my skin Burrowing
like tiny invasive flames
Pain tripping sickly
into my veins Finding its home
  under
       muscle
and sinew As
tendrils probed my serpent
guts
Shock.Subdued.Sensation
Gently arresting functionality
Instead of Epinephrine resistance
I found myself drifting
further Into Sleep.
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   SamanthaW, Tana Young, --- and NV
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