malaise
<>i walked that line on the brink
i looked in the mirror and cried in the sink
my hands were all over my head
holding in my sanity
tears were serviced best at night
and couldn't be heard in the dark without light
no cameras or lightning flashes
when you have no eyebrows to raise
or lashes
lost is vanity as i recoiled
my stomach spoiled
and my face in the toilet
cancer was a wolf at my throat
and a worm in brain
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