The day before the day I lost my mind
Was the day I listened to the second hand of a clock
And consented it to it trash around my body and echo in my heart
My arteries thumped
My blood ricochet along
as my veins punched repetitively into my tired skin.
Twas the day I strode to the rhythm of a marching band in disarray
Twas was the day I spoke in swears
The day my brain hammered through my screaming skull and pounded around my head
The day I plugged my eyes and left a reservoir simmering right at its brim
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