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This numbness is 10,000 thorns dully dancing through my body until
my limbs are nothing but vibration, White hot flames sprout in my chest lapping down my arms past my breasts You're sitting on my ribcage cracking bone into claws clutching my lungs aspirate into shriveled pink teardrops Gasping for purpose, A reason not to succumb someday maybe, you say someday maybe... Call 911 ![]() |