sometimes
i find myself spreading my arms
trying to walk straight as the world around me
refuses to stop spinning
like a top, an euphoria
it sits heavily on my chest
disallowing the slightest wisp of air
when it feels difficult my eyes start to close
i lay down
pricked by a bed of roses
i laugh through the tears
a lovely creation
brains and institutions
masking all these despair
stupid, she holds my hand as she says
lady, stop turning in circles in a house made of cards
you might mess it and you can't clean up.
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