
retrograde.
i.
my eyes are peeled open,
immobilizing, crushing weight.
a heavy fog descends upon me,
my limbs are shackled, restrained.
ii.
a catalog of memories flash before me,
cut scenes, oversaturated with red ink.
fog seeps into my pores, all consuming;
my mouth unhinges, but i cannot scream.
iii.
my arms are splotchy pink from being scrubbed clean.
i cannot undo what you have wrecked upon me.
my body is foreign, unwelcome, disengaged;
my corpse will be the only part untouched by you.
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