use your lungs

ribs ribs ribs


clavicle clavicle clavicle


and then the silence becomes deafening
between the sobs and the chokes
after the vomit
the almonds
the water

the truth becomes IVs
becomes nurses and hospital beds
parents with psych ward brochures
blood tests and
purple arms
where is getting better?

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