Sick.

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Yesterday lingers.
your words can't be unsaid.
Numbness takes over,
sets fire to the air,
ice inside.
paints the walls, the windows.
I fumble and flail,
search for
small pockets of relief
in the chaos,
the roaring in my head
of what should have been,
could have been....

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