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Nov 2017
Seeping thickly into turgid veins
Firecracker fingertips tingle
Then fall numb
Snare drum heart beats sporadically off rhythm
That which does not move to music is sick indeed
Breath like an asphyxiated rabbit with eyes popping
Flood of dreadful thoughts with no Moses to part the raging seas
Nothing can save you now
You are in the grips
And it just
Won't
Stop.
Please stop.
Brenna Gracely
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Brenna Gracely  24/F
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