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I feel myself becoming
the seams tearing
one by one,
Submerged, perhaps,
but more than that
inside the four walls
that bleed yellow into
a flowered wallpaper
like my father had in my Barbie house,
long ago, before he became unhinged.
The voices don’t speak,
I hear silence except for the
pat-pat-pat of my heart,
the tempo rising so I cover my ears
but I still hear it.
My hands shake, my chest caves in.
I can’t breathe.

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