Nothing
Nothing gets worse.
Other people.
They try to wrap me in a blanket.
I was cold.
It’s all thawing, and feels feverish and horrible.
They learned things.
Lessons which are dedicated to kindness.
Are cloying.
It hurts my lungs.
Coughing and trying to laugh through the coughing.
Eyes watering.
My eyes, their eyes, horrible eyes.
Acceptance has clawed through the world.
As I claw up farther while rocks slip from under my feet.
They accept me.
From up above.
Nothing gets worse.
I just climb higher.
So do they.
Nothing gets worse.
Then I fell.
They said “Acceptance.”
Just not for me.
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