Overdosed

Cough back

That bad taste

Lying frozen

On a brick floor

Screams evaporate

Into fog

Thudding

Beat

Blood boils

In broken bagpipe veins

Chest concaved

Nerves numb

Machines of memories

Operated by

A vacant chair

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