(Eye Movement Desensitisation and Reprocessing)
the bright dot moves like the finger moves like the pen moves like train on train on tracks rushing rhythmic kind voice / tell yourself i'm just passing through i've seen this colour too tasted panic / same texture smooth & choking throat muscles ache / numb face my psyche / tosses up rubble like the sea smoothed stones / soft driftwood so well-worn & wholly believed how strongly i have defended these things body knows / doubled over stomach screams STOP TREATING ME LIKE THIS but i keep on tying it in knots s / o / r / r / y / find five things coloured orange in this sterile little room / painfully / self / aware i can hear the click of my therapist's ankles voices / ghosts / someone wailing in the corridor out by the sunflowers the hospital hides its hundred window-eyes behind yellow petals / innocuous / i have grown here five years & shrunk too spun in circles circles a train on a loop-track by the time i'm down the stairs i can feel my hands again enough to think oh my / god / i am walking through a precious / fracturing world & how do i let go?
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