Impetus

All it'll take is one, right through the left--
(Shhh, can't talk too loud about that here, can't say too much, can't feel too much

Not supposed to blame, you know

Even though
-Even though.)

We all know.

Sound like a balloon popping, noise like nothing being freed from its container

Smell like an open grave, a sewer pit

Doesn't feel like anything but kick and disgust

Might need to wash my hands after

Might need to remind myself that this is why
I stayed alive.

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