(Dedicated Pre-Posthumously to the
future late Andrea Bruce)

Thought sensations torn asunder
As the bitch removed the tube
Altered eyes that wandered no where
As the blood began to ooze

Neurons ground across my skull
The pain inside my little mind
New sounds come, and new sensations
The bitch, the pliers, time

She plugged the hole and cauterized
This new feature in my head
Dendrites expand…thought processes
One more part of me is dead

Circa February 2749 AUC

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