unsightly blotches, dark streaks
it's not until his mind is cleared that he can rightly speak
is he slipping once again?
The orderlies are busy with the routine and mundane
forget the broken man-child
he's hindered by these outbreaks when his blood seems to run wildwhat resistance had it gained?
Sputtering coughs, a rotary, turning, gninrut, turning
fountain and a cold finger
whose point has cast upon each it touched a lingering chill
Pain leaked, pain riled and pain killed.
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