There is a fire in my veins, an overwhelming weight breaking out from inside these walls. They’re coming down. I must push on.
There is a boy in my brain, an overbearing brute lashing out with his venom voice.
It is not mine but, oh, how it makes me move.
There is a storm in my chest, a catastrophic sea drowning all who dare to swim.
Say a prayer for him in his sinking ship.
Beating heart in my ear, a metronomic pulse. As it contracts, I react, I snap in two. Where did I go? What did I do?
Lay this baby in the ground. We cannot let him stay. He’s more than I can take inside me. Lay this baby in the ground. He was not meant for this. Let him sleep. Let him fall asleep.
You can’t stop this virus in me — it’s inside. — You can’t stop this fire. It’s in my soul and it won’t let go.

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