Blinding light
I cannot walk
a lump in my throat
a pain in my chest
a thorn in my side
Blood on my thumb
never again
a BLINDING light
all summed up into a decimal point
a body bag
a granulated bag
BLINDING light
crushed
the cylindrical shape is the method
the tunnel full of granular comfort
a rush of wind
flying quickly into my cerebrum
I cannot walk
my thoughts race
Mouth sewn shut
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