I painted my nails silver and pink
one shade drawn over the other
I washed my hair twice and let it air dry
but not before I brushed out the tangles
Today I crawled out of a three day dream
and as I stood in front of the mirror
naked, sick, and healing
I thought
This is what a coma feels like
My phone rings and plays ditties
I try sometimes to answer and speak
The voice on the other line saying
You sound terrible. Try to get some sleep
I have been sleeping though
I've slept through appointments,
dates, and obligations
Helplessly lounging on pillows,
quilts, and comforters
A silent voice screaming
Come fix this
An unknown voice reassuring me
that we can and we will
make this better
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