The Jokes on me, you say,
As I peer into the mirror, mouth open,
Looking like The Scream,
Scared and inhuman.
The blisters throb from deep throating,
And angry gag stabbing, vomiting
Because Im too scared not to.
I reach out for you, some reassurance,
Because this life I carved is rotten,
And these bones are rattling
For freedom.
Good Enough. Thats all I need.
But still Im met with silence.














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