Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Attack

Vasoconstriction.
I pass out; in this coma,
I'm scared.

I wish I were dead,
But maybe, I amů

I felt the epinephrine
Draw power from inside her.
I felt her lack of air lessen.
I felt her draw breath.

I felt the anxiety leave,
I felt the writhing stop,
But now my bones split with pain.

Her adrenaline levels
Return to their norm;
Mine are still raised.

Everyone is acting
Like nothing happened,

But I am in need of medical attention.

April 28, 2005
Suge


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