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astyze
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a brief abstract poem on PTSD symptoms



one pill an hour


every fifty eighth minute
i gulp a capsule
which
does not
choke my throat
but
dissolves within me

lay on my vacant bed;
pray to wipe latent hate;
slay&swipe Satan, try;
it's a matter of 'might';

capsule could capture
none of the disordered
undistorted dreams
doesn't
unrail
trains of thoughts
it
does not dissipate

uncalled movements i took;
uncensused blokes i shot;
untampered cartridges;
unrecognizable faces;

a head severed
legs, untethered, shaking
wails warring with vigour
i
had to
report those
all
the Leader had asked

magenta molasses;
placenta, bare asses;
tequila, tastes acrid;
mascara is my skin

(due to
cord-ial whiplashes);

self trial is hell wired
counting the drops of sweat
pounding walls with head
this
is strife
unasked wife
rinse?
can i ever do that.

one pill an hour

every fifty eighth minute

i gulp a capsule

which

does not

choke my throat

but

dissolves within me

lay on my vacant bed;

pray to wipe latent hate;

slay&swipe Satan, try;

it's a matter of 'might';

capsule could capture

none of the disordered

undistorted dreams

doesn't

unrail

trains of thoughts

it

does not dissipate

uncalled movements i took;

uncensused blokes i shot;

untampered cartridges;

unrecognizable faces;

a head severed

legs, untethered, shaking

wails warring with vigour

i

had to

report those

all

the Leader had asked

magenta molasses;

placenta, bare asses;

tequila, tastes acrid;

mascara is my skin

(due to

cord-ial whiplashes);

self trial is hell wired

counting the drops of sweat

pounding walls with head

this

is strife

unasked wife

rinse?

can i ever do that.

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