(Through Hallways)

You took my eyes out to speak with me and cut open my chest again, no not the gurney. I want to know, I want to see that man bleeding from his hands, towers above me, scream "can you not, can you just not, oh, can you please just not hear me". Inflammation! Replace Omega 6 with some Omega 3's, my dying dignity with vital circuitry that lets the body disregard surroundings' never-ending sound. Resounding ignorance fills these rooms, air is replaced with tall tales, their shrinking potency. I felt as if i were a child that night I watched her dance, sitting on your basement floor, screaming I don't want to go when the truth is that I want to know if I could even handle it (finding myself screaming if only for a minute). Leave home.