| My voice a black swallowed stone I let go of the hand of the bed My arms outstretched and legs wide I rise up to the white ceiling Nose just off the plaster I start to spin fast my tears spray the walls palms upturned my fingers break through cobwebs toes etch circles Am I body drilling out of this suffocating casket? Charge leaving, I slow I fall into the ceiling corner where I ball |
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