Fighting
the Prescription
Words
slam against the roof of my mouth
before my tongue can move.
I try harder but feel nothing
except a steel lid no words can lift.
A desperate moaning below
then a slide down a ravenous cliff
where there is keening.
I
fall in darkness thick as sludge.
I strain to reach the lead cap of my heart.
I put my palm on it and feel a faint beat
now
recorded.
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