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Amanda Fraus My tears have evaporated from this page. The ink has raced down between the pale hospital blue stripes and has even crossed the IV infused vertical line that divides my expected work from my own thoughts. Disrupted mentally. Distracted. Devoted. Distraught. I can’t sleep because the darkness is prying my eyelids open, forcing me to get lost in the confusion of the night and the stars and the moon. They laugh at the fact that it’s their fault I can’t drift off into an illusion mixed in with my thoughts and emotions and random events. They are filled with people I have never seen, and maybe I will never see. My mind tricks me to believe things are real because my bones are rattled with sediments of hope and faith that form blood clots in my veins. My voluntary actions are shot and my involuntary are crippled. The constant flow of my dreams and fantasies and life is blocked off by a lie that is sticking to walls that I truly believed were the truth…But they are closing in and everything seems like a distant façade. It is out of reach? Or am I just out of perspective. It mocks me, like the moon and the stars and the night that sew my eyes shut; making it impossible for me to be aware of reality and make believe. It is the conspiracy that rubs my face in acceptance and protects me from ignorance. I have been counting the fibers in the trunk of the car with my hands tied behind my back and tape placed comfortably across my lips. I have been counting the moments till my heart sings its swan song. Even in that moment, I will still be wondering why I am the way I am. Why it is the way it is? Why you are the way you are? I can no longer hide my scarlet letter secrets when my passion has puncture wounds. I will soon be withered away, and my pale skin will oxidize and become yellow and crisp like pages of an old book. I will be forgotten. It is said that when one door closes, another opens…but what happens when the same door won’t close for good nor stay open? Please, blot my coffin shut.
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