she says, 'i have a lot to say - a lot to say.'
she has pendulums & needles balanced perfect on a palate;
this is the excess being scraped from pavement,
the noise being deduced to inanimate entities.
all because an artery ruptured and screamed 'i do not want to be this anymore'
i offered her my spare bandages & she said, 'no thanks, i am not hungry.'
& we transmitted our dilemmas back & forth for the next few hours.
'i only suffer part-time, starve full-time' she stated,
as if convincing herself.
i suppose there are a brief few moments when they numbers halt lower that affirm this theory.
















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