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Memories of delightful moments
The fan whirs on and on.
Memories of delightful moments
The fan whirs on and on.
Weightless white floating flecks
Sweat rolling down my chest.
A ring of stone, a cone of wood
The only things, understood.
Transformation, freed through flame
Hopefully less, remains the same.
On my back with mouth agape
Breathing made harder by her movements.
I do my best and swallow straight
Wanting nothing but to please my dentist.
Quiet outside
Chaos inside
A lesson to learn.
Innocuous poison
Triggered
Blood turned black.
Happiness attacked
Saddened
Abandoned hopes.