flashback big piranha deep in my gut
back to my
cubicle
curtained in
(do not disturb)
locked out
tubed up
and glued
down
the shadow
of a man
the simulacrum
of a corpse
I couldn’t
even scream
‘do you remember your name?’
‘do you know
where you are?’
‘do you
recognise me?’
don’t ask me
questions
I know
nothing
je suis un
zombie
the man
death left behind
I have
tasted her deadly promise
and it festers
in my mind
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