a spark, flame, fire!, pain?
disturbance
shit storm in my brain
It's hard to breath
hard to sit, hard to stand
I can't always control my hands
fingers curled spastic twisting
failure to engage, response delayed
The ride doesn't stop, and I can't get off
lost, trapped, shivering and afraid
I'd rather have died with grace
or at least expediency
the fates had a different rendition
I guess that's the human condition
my body is now my prison
I don't require any chains
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