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Sep 2023
Walking through a forest,
I'm stepping onto this dirt and tree branches.
I hear a sound I look around.
What is happening to me?
These forest walls are spinning.
I know forests' don't have walls.
But I find myself out of the forest and into a dream.
Why are they doing CPR on me?
Why am I screaming?
But my voice fades and I’m looking at you.
And wanting you to save me, as my health starts to fade.
I'm in a hospital bed.
I have tried so many times, the pain would eat me.
Like they loved me, like they tried to grab me.
My insides were sliced open.
Violins playing, screeching.
“Don't let me die without you.” I scream.
While these demons try to drag me down under with them.
Past lives, like Indians around a fire.
I'll explode, I'll retire.
My body giving out, just catch me; It'll be fine.
Don't let them bury me down under;
What if I wake up and I can't stop breathing?
What if I scream and can't claw my way out in this coffin?
My darkened soul, eating me alive.
I know I'm evil.
She told me before.
Drowning out my sorrows, imagine your smile.
Do you think the crows will stay away for a while.
The man in the cemetery;
The priest; and the boat.
You know these kind of things, they never sugar coat.
So drown this type of pity.
Falling in blue night skies.
These drugs making me fall deeper in a trance.
So I lie there imagining you in your khaki pants.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Be-beep.
I wake up.
There you are.
Hospital walls.
Your hand.
My hand.
There you are;
With your hand in mine,
This whole time.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  28/F/Indiana
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