Therapy Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Therapy



remains of memory
injected miseries
look at me paste on a smile
I wake alone, I travel alone
I’ve a handful of cuts

what is therapy
I’ve felt none, medication ran
a dead, travesty walking
I am delirious;
you can’t save me

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