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buried in my skin,
entangled in muscle fibers (and
invading every cell of my tissue),
metastasizing through the marrow of my
bones
(crushing, crippling),
pumping through every vessel of my
body
(from branch-like capillary to heavy-
beating heart,
renewed and strengthened as it travels
up my carotid),
swelling between the folds of my brain
(inoperable now, prognosis: terminal),
ravaging my sanity—
dysphoria.

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