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  1. The Escape
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Alive?
Or something that imitates it?
An eroteme the sigil
of my fellow trauma patients.
We all smile when we pass,
and we all laugh when prompted.
Practice from being scolded
for the escape we've plotted.

We don't wish to die.
We wish not to have to,
for the second hand ensures
that someone is keeping time,
and time can be so cruel.
There is rarely enough.
It goes too slow when you're in pain,
and too fast when you're in love.

I've got a secret I would tell
if you swore you could keep it,
I keep a little hell locked inside
where I can reach it.
I dig it from my chest when it's
time to unleash it.
The instrument I use to
contend with my demons.

Of them, there are many.
Of me, there is one.
I would take my own life if it meant
those that I love
wouldn't have to inherit them.

Tossing, turning,
teething on my broken bones.
Gnawing, chewing,
until there's nothing left
but these clothes.

Total annihilation.
Nothing left to be mourned.

Of them, there are many.
Of me, there is one.
I would take my own life if it meant
those that I love
wouldn't have to inherit them.