I
hardly thrive in the flames
and
the paralyzing phantom whispers.
I
cower in the dead silence
during
the wars darkest night.
Vacant
eyes choked with terror,
a
monster within.
the
forced breath detached and stinging
unbearable
unpredictable—
a
coma without question,
sealed
shut,
I
descend beneath charcoaled hands.
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