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Escape

Piercing pain,

Constant throbbing.

Contorted body

Hunched over,

Eyes glazing,

Staring at a screen.

Letters and words,

A blaring lighted backdrop

Diminishing my sight,

Straining my pupils.

My vocal chords grow coarse,

Rust and spider webs

The folly of misuse.

My silent days,

Fingers arched over letters,

Typing away,

Legs shaking,

Voice diminishing

It’s a spiral:

I need an escape.