Crisp…
White…
Clean…
The smell of pain
And anti-septic
Hope intermingles
With fear
I would not have to say
That something is wrong
With me.
If you are there
It is assumed
That something is not right
I’d be safe
Away from all that sets my
Mind in motion
With no familiarity,
There can be no memories.
With no memories,
There are no triggers.
With no triggers,
I can
Get better.
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