February 11
Three day before Valentines
Three years ago or maybe five
The machine was so piercing
Thoughts would float
One’s own voice would be lost
Ironic amusement
A steel table
So cold
Medal pulling from my bones
A letter on a table outlining the end
Beach house in Trinidad
Clarified
The snow so high
The wind rips through
Consequences reaps
A nightmare with in a dream
Wide awake
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