A Antidotal Living
Head-first slid into the belly of a scanner
Humming and clicking
far away canned music turns white
Trying not to think of shadows
the telltale marks of
a spreading fear
Weeks later
there are tubes, lots of them
force-fed back into a life
one he has to handle like a time bomb
Almost back to normal
but now normal is ticking
he hears it
when he closes his eyes
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