trauma
samuel is all but lost
zoey tends
what can she do beside tend
living
as he is
in an internal nightmare without end
thrashing at night
near comatose during the day
thin, ill, unreachable, eyes staring without seeing
what can she do
she imagines his soul decomposing within
rotting
oozing life and life-blood and caring and want and need
and hope
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Poetry by jim
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Written on 2023-08-13 at 17:59
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