She

Sinking into the carridge

That grinds her bones

Sighs relief

Mind on repeat…

NO PAIN NO PAIN NO PAIN

A game she likes to play

Why has the sky gone grey, gone away?

“if you close your eyes for a bit it feels like were on a fairground ride”

Aside- from the torture

Get me off!

Masked, i hide something more than chronic pain

Derranged

Destranged a body

Alien

Pills maintain this insanity

-Sick

She breathes out air hoping it will save her

Eyes glazed- Sinking in, its overwhelming

Head bobbing. Up, down, up, down

Under Water

The stillness falters with every movement

Lost control= The battle feild im thrown around in

Pounding places unexplaining

This defraiming picture

Decoding alarms

Calms found=almost in a pain patch

Morphine

I dream

This wiggle is obseen

PAIN, NO PAIN

I see your waking silent scream

With every verterbrate to grind

On this ride

Imobile is the way she copes

The scope unchartable

An endless well

-Have i really been such a bad person?

To deserve this?

Served this?

I miss- my fingers and toes not dying

Every second no lying to myself

Loosing health

Loosing wealth

Strength now is a question

Pinned to

When will this ride end?

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