ailment

there is a weight
behind your eyes

at the base of your skull
lies a constant pressure

pushing the lump
in your throat

as your skin
begins to itch

while you grind
the bottom row of teeth

your mind follows through
bogged down with confusion

could there be a remedy
though a dosage may be fatal

drain you of spirit
set aside time

let your chest collapse
let it fall into mine

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