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The Umpteenth Never Again - (PC)

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You wake furry tongued with skull
Panging Softly.

You're okay considering...

You're not.
The wallpaper pulses and the heat of sweat
Hangs at your hairline. Last night dwells
In the dark of your mouth,and can't be swallowed
Any lower than throat.

So you pad to the bathroom,
And raise seat and lid tall on the cistern
And throw your neck forward
And blot out the mirror
Of water.

You drown the bile in the bowl
And hope this is the last
Of it.