Affective
They could see that I was stuck in a garble.
My pupils rolling like marbles.
They could see through my inflection.
They could sense my need for injections.
My thoughts were becoming ineffective.
Changes that are affective.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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