p.151

I fear the day
science allows strangers
to see the memories
locked in the knots
of my head.
Maybe then people would
understand my fears,
my habits,
my art,
but that amount of compassion
is too much to ask for.
I hope my brain rots
before science can save it,
my head has already been
a graveyard for so long.

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