every crack in the toilet seat
reeks of piss

the quivering on top of my lips
shows no compassion at all

the burden of death sits heavy on my shoulders
like a shawl made out of bricks

no piece of blue in the sky
can color over this deep, deep blackness

it seeps from my skin like oil
and it covers my face like a rash

and only those suffering with the same disease
can see it

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