resurrection

it was bad
take me back, i am a shell
filling a void of time
with scrunched up fists
and dependence

worse
a ticking clock, a bomb
thinking
you had a conspiracy against me
it was all wrong

the hospital tag on my sink
a memory trophy
of time overlapping,
unending, unwinding, forever
i keep resurrecting

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