It

comes and goes

a fever

that flares up

and

breaks

a searing heat

incinerating reason

from the mind

a damp coolness

over the heart

a see-saw

balancing things that she saw

not

crooked images

half lies

palms riddled with broken life lines

until finally

all that lies broken

is that thing

that has become

nothing at all.

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