The mind, a dormant stone
Because it exists and so do I...
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Living with Treatments
There is a worm inside my brain
that twirls around like a snake
squeezing at the pins cringing inside.
Nails pile in like a sadistic rain stick
that vibrates each time I cry.
Each time you make me cry.
jessica m wilson poet
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