Curled up in your plastic thoughts again.
Violent nature of the stranger in your skin.
Waiting for some kind of miracle
to pull you out into a hospital.
I don’t think you care about yourself,
so tie your hands with wire until they swell.
Backed up against the same walls again,
and all of the progress you've made sinks into your skin.
You’ve been locked inside this room before,
with monuments you've built while curled up on the floor.
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