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I can imagine tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
There’s a release of pressure
blood in my head and I feel my heartbeat in my temples
under my eyes, the consistent grinding
swelling blockage, bursting vessels
tinge prick lips dots
I feel like I’m a broken wheel in a machine
I keep turning and turning, not affecting
not contributing, turning
turning in a fixed pivot
around me, still wheels
There’s no resistance there’s nothing
an emotional high
relief and pain and humiliation
where is the progress
why is my outside inside
presence and joy
sleep
stimulant
stimulant
stimulant
stimulant
lists
calendar
busy work
breathe
stop
the burn and whispered blow, the crash
sleep
