the misery imposed is catastrophic.

in regard to grief.

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i do not have the ability to grieve

in a manner that makes sense.

i’m coming undone at the prospect

of paintball pain yet to pelt me.

the panic in my bloodstream refuses

to spill out of my caterpillar capillaries.

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