Recovering Alone
My abduction is near.
But there is nothing left inside me to cure!
Before I even have time to be willing-
They take my brain for a drilling.
And then free me into my doom.
They let me live in the wilderness, where there is plenty of room.
I will circle the trees, as if to find my way home.
I will try to recover, with a skull full of stones.
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