Solace Has Yet to Be Found

By , Canoga Park, CA
Ringing in my ears
Salt lacing my tears
Fetal position on dank cold blue tile
Sweat and heavy breathing
Clenched teeth
Bitten tongue, bleeding tongue
This asylum
This chamber
This never-ending race
To an unknown serenity
Is this dystopia fixed?





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