Infected
By: Stephanie MacDonald
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Falling down the rabbit hole
There is no bottom and no end
Yesterday's gray is gone already
Today both black and white
Will tomorrow show me silver
with tiny glimmers of hope
I can't see where I went wrong
But is there anything to make it right
My stomach fills with pain
So much loss the hollowness grows
The grass is always greener
When it's on the other side
I wish my brain contained someone else's mind
Confusion feels like home
Highs and lows bring me suspense
What are these emotions called
These frequencies of astral planes
One thing in two places
Many fragments of a singular home
Tattered drapes cover broken glass
Even when it's clear, it's still opaque
Dying worms inside the aura
you vomit pieces of the soul
You can pinch me when I'm sleeping
Just don't disturb the dream