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Ladies In Vials

Sometimes, I forget to
take the medication
prescribed to me by the
lovely doctor
from down the hall.
The walls wiggle
like jello, and the people
moving past
me
speak like
they have six marbles
in their mouth.
(I am always impressed
they do not choke).
And my movement does not
happen fluidly,
but rather in short spasms
or
slow motion replays.
That’s when I start to scream
and lash out against my own flesh.
That’s when the doctor rushes out
of his office
and slams my fragile body
to the ground,
shoving needles in every bare
inch of my
skin.

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