Time
displaced, lost memory
tried
to think, came up empty
a
voided day and a night
it
didn't feel like a waste
had
no remorse no hint of contrite
just
echos of pleasure and pain interlaced
a
sudden overload synapses ignite
though
blinded still drawn into the light
I
was no longer present, an absentee
so
that person that tried to take a bite
who
looked just like but wasn't me
seemed
unpredictable wound too tight
heard
he tried to eat your face
lost
memory, time displaced
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