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Ms. Apt Diagnosis

Emerson · 2008-05-02T02:12:16Z

Ms. Apt Diagnosis Let's lie in the field of feline flowers where the blades pierce and the whiskers tickle— ........ There, can you be free? where the air is too black to breathe? Your lungs will suck dry and your tortured tongue will swell thousandfold, but with no gasp to scrape your vocal chords you can’t scream I’m fine! The Doctors and Gawkers use your bloody, choking face for a target and claim death , though you haven’t even died. Can’t they see your fingers fishing for mine in the sea of festering stress? It’s just natural… But I can’t convince you to take that breath for the doctors’ gloves are the same ones that suffocate your speech. How I’d love for your lips to split apart— For me to kiss and for you to speak: It’s just natural.