June 16, 2017

“It seemed I lay in the bed forever before those white-clothed godheads deemed me sane. They swore I was better now, my head clear. I had the emptiness I wanted, what more could I do? What was there left to destroy? They lifted me from the mattress, propped me up. Someone brushed my hair, someone clothed me, someone eased the plastic tube from my arm…”

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