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The doctor left me.
He left the tools on the desk,
right beside my bed.

I'll perform my own
surgery, man. What do you say?
I'll take out my brain!

Rip the IV out,
right out of my dark green veins—
or are they maroon?

I can't tell, but I
don't care, I'll excise them too!
I'll remove it all!

The ghost in the room
is my best friend. He is here
when my rate goes flat.

Got him for comfort
like a stuffed animal. I
shouldn't talk but I

have gone insane, and
everything has a voice now—
even I can speak!

Without fear; still alone;
Doctor left; door is erased;
Sharp tools on the desk!

When my heart rate is
flat, maybe I'll fit through the
crack under the wall.

I'm okay, man, it's fine!
I'm rather excited to make
an incision in me!

Reach out; is that mine?
My arm stretching out from this?
I cannot feel it!

You can hide but you 
cannot run, can't run, can't run
away from yourself!

Scalpel; the blade is so
shiny, beautiful; watch it go
right through my body!


My wrist feels like it
is being squeezed; I can't breathe!
It is killing me!

It drops from my hand
and hits the floor. I can't hear.
I see two blue eyes... 

My rate is not flat;
It is a sphere like the earth!
I've become something!

I am floating high!
I am gravity! I am life!
Then, I feel a hand— 

A hand on my back
holds me. I open my eyes;
I'm being carried... 

"She's alive! alive!
I spoke; she opened her eyes
and I picked her up." 

Ha! I took much more
than just a scalpel; you think
the people in me

would die that easy?
I hold stitches in my hand
to sew up his mouth!

Stay a mystery.
You can hide, but you can't run.
I want you to hide!

Never speak again!
One, two, three, four, five stitches
through your pretty lips.

Fall down to the floor!
Yeah, thanks so much, man, but I've
got a ghost friend here.

Oh no! I did this?
Why the hell did I do this?
I see the maroon

all over the floor.
Comfort possessed me again,
like an animal... 

an animal cage...
I thought I taped their mouths shut...
I would have been fixed... 

"Ruin everything,
Just like you know yourself for
killing all the pests." 

"It will always be
like this—be hard, be a war.
Every voice is sharp."
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