Psychosis


It’s a psychosis so obnoxious
Makes her sick to her gut.
Loosens ends of her exhausted neurons
Intertwined in a confused mass.
She looks for respite
Stretches arms for help
Looks for happiness in things lost and forlorn,
Down the narrow lanes of piercing memories
Of paths not taken,
She whimpers, buried in the secret alleys of a forsaken desire…

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