devoured me
touching with sterile fingers
on tainted skin
and white coats filled with children's memories
that don’t loosen
don’t loosen
let the soothing whispers hold my hair back
let the soothing whispers soothing
whispers
drag their nails across my eyes.
the white throne is in front of me and
they spill out and
I
can’t
breathe and
it spills onto the linoleum beneath me
crimson
finally leaving me
be
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