skończyła mi się paroksetyna

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woman gives birth to a hand of dust
nurse tries to hold it together but then
doctor sneezes and the dust
is blown away

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it wasn't always like this
I can vaguely remember something else

a time before the fog
before your faces were swallowed
by the dark shapeless void
before your voices disintegrated
and turned into random scratchings
with no meaning
before feelings detached
like sick branches of a diseased tree
fell to the ground
and rotted away

it wasn't always like this
visions of something different
haunt my chaotic dreams

like parasites feeding on misery
they bring nothing but longing
with nothing to long for