Torn up mattresses stapled to the walls
deafen the sounds of the screaming.
I’m talking, talking to the man
with no ears, when I look,
he’s not really there at all.
Coming at me with outstretched
arms he squeezes me to death
like a half-starved boa, then
I wake up, alone.
In a lonely room with
pillows taped to the walls
and...
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