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It's getting harder to remember

what I was like

before I was damaged,

before you tore me open

and forced your darkness in.

I have tried to get it out

by opening my skin

but there is always more

left deep within.

Intruders in the dome of geodesic pink:

Fixtures there have risen, tendrils turned from digits,

forming living chains with corruption housed in-link.

All preemptive measures have fizzled in repose;

neurons dim by proxy, the smell of sleep is known

and shared among synapses as they lapse and doze.