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i can smell the blood and it stinks. the sheets that never dried. a clock that ticked too loud. my white fingers kept feeling for red stitches in the black darkness. late nights, hate- fights don't know won't go hear the screams and they won't let me go. crickets chirping in the dark. the buzz of the wires. a flicker too bright. feel the sharpness yet i don't feel the pain. i'm eating myself up from the inside numb don't know where to go stabbing the paper in blank verse