fell asleep with my glasses
on so I could see in my dreams
made ammends with my friends,
lovers, companions and demons
problems are a vast wave of
cold chills and indifference
my hands share no kinship
my arms are just misprints
my skin is but a costume
my mind is just a wishlist
of robots, machines,
computers, dead diabetics
abortion support groups
death through anesthetics
set the room to autopilot
it was a
downward
spiral of
cold prison floors
babies first steps
backyard cartwheels
half broken necks
mothers warm milk
her breasts could ferment
I am still just a twelve years old
pulling pills from the vents
"take me for a walk through your mind"
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