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Author: Senorita Diabla
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst/General - Published: 12-02-07 - Updated: 12-02-07 - Complete - id:2446024

Blood pounds in my ears as the floor rolls through the air
Oxygenated cells crowding in whatever space they can find
Whatever respite from the frantic pressure, the
Coursing flow of poison

The world is booming in dismayal.
Everything outside my drafty shell of a room aching
To be seen. Heard. But--
This isn’t a hallucination, you’re there
Beating the door, demanding attention.
Unlocked, unblocked, come on in
Get what you need and leave me be.

Not enough for you, not good enough.
“Oh god, look at her eyes, they’re so empty...
Should we take her to the hospital?”
No, no, leave me alone… I just want to be alone…
“Honey, are you alright? We need to move you,
We have to take you upstairs.”
I don’t want to move, I can’t my eyes can’t grasp the
World, it’s too dizzy out there, the earth won’t stay still…

My objections are silenced by my tongue’s spiteful
Refusal to react
And I’m moved
Stolen from my niche of the world that may
Care enough to stop blending the edges of truth and fantasy,
Blurring the lines between depression and grandiosity
I’ll find another respite, somehow
And my retinas will regain the gentle glow of life.



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