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The world beats slow as eyes turn to you;
Feet weight heavy – bottomless bricks.
My mind is a spiral neither down nor up,
A cloud of contentment buried in the greenery
Of your pills, broken down into two
Of right-brained me’s.
My thoughts are slow: I catch them
Like criminals, like fish. They rear
Their heads and allow me to see
The nature of myself.
I am lower than my knees,
Pressed fault deep against brain cells shed.
My skin has peeled – I am not who I was
Eight months past.
It is due three days before my blood runs clean.
Fumbling for –
Fumbling for –
Fumbling for –
Thoughts?
They read slow motion in neatly typed lips:
Eyes crossed, words filled in uncommon shapes.
Curemecuremecureme
TEVA 833.



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MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
today at 2:17 pm:
I had to research what TEVA 833 was because I had no idea what you were talking about in this poem. Now I do. As for the poem, I really like the starting three lines. They capture the reader's attention at once. And the use of repition, particularly with the lines "Fumbling for..." and then "curemecureme, etc". Very nicely done. Congrats on the Editors' Choice. 
 
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