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Bumps of ketamine.
Go to bed real late.
It’s not what it seems,
Hell is a soulmate.
Vodka made of tears,
Down a bunch of shots.
Chased by cavaliers,
Try not to get caught.
It started with pain in her bellyHer vision became blurryHer legs refused to listen to her mindThe pain, the physical painunbearableHer handsClumsybut not too clumsy to pour a drink
The monster isn’t under your bed or in your closet anymore
but reidentified as savage thoughts and emotions
monsters, like enemies, fighting an infinite war in your head
