the self is emerging from a cocoon. 
a place where it was conquered.
conquered by you. 
or, maybe conquered by a balloon,
because that’s what the self stretched to,
soft brown skin ballooning.
the self was in darkness for eight and a half years
things are making sense though now
because we are done
now onto the next combination of drugs,
with side effects of their own, 
but you were the worst of them all, 
the worst offender.

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