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by azrieljohnson

The Patient's Copy by Azriel Johnson

Fragrances are barred from entrance.

The snow outside is bleeding white.

Given to taking and giving up.

The sickness follows the disease.

The patient's copy mentions

Nothing about the hallucinations.

The burning string holds loosely.

The patient hangs by a thread.

The patient's copy mentions

Nothing about the growing depression.

Expectoration expected.

Comatose convulsions.

Regurgitated reality.

The patient's copy mentions.

Nothing about ensanguination.

Swollen toes feeling rough.

Chest pains, heart palpitations,

Accompanied by brain misfiring.

Slowing senses.

The patient's copy mentions

Nothing about expiration.