Dark and heavy lines across the night,
drawing me back in to drowning.
My fists pound at my disobedience.
"WAKE UP" shrills through the hollows of my insecurity.
They can't have you back once they sent you off.
Would be like asking for a second injection,
more lethal please, maybe without the anesthetic this time.
Obligated to disobey because you're split in opposite directions
until you decide to sew back the seams and let it.
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