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Today, I ran from the whispers in my skull

and slipped through the folds of

trampled bed sheets and warmth until

tub-rings looked inviting.

Organic thoughts are devoured

over pork-fried rice at 3a.m. more easily

it seems.

Yesterday I welcomed the voices,

now they seem invading - 

and all I can do is run.