That little room in the corner,
That little room where they hold your hand but move so quickly,
every time I enter a flush of fear runs into what I know is coming,
I cannot complain about their brevity,
they’re good and practiced but now it is my turn again,
again and again,
in and then done!
I always wake with the dizzy confusion but standing comfort that for
today…it is done,
what had brought me to this?
Electric shock for my mind but devastating trauma to my soul,
Until tomorrow then
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