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Emergent

The wait I must withstand- I have a sickly smile and poison in my hand. I stand strong in the middle of this emergency. That started weeks ago with my fear spinning urgently. I feel a happy dizziness. As I am stricken with voices and hisses. As the doctors mill around. I can feel these twitches that confound. Mumbling and screaming. The colors of this room are beaming. I have stumbled- As I roam the room, the ceiling tumbles- I may never ride in a car again- I guess in some way I have sinned. Collect your fragments- you will soon forget! Hand over your dreams- it is a part of treatment. One day you may leave here- And we will leave you with memories of tears. From this trauma, you will emerge. And the liveliness you felt, will never again surge.

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