its_not_a_good_morning
sabbie "good morning" they sing at me, teeth grinning like skulls.
i wonder how they can spot that from past their stretched lips.
eyeballs bulging as skin stretches tight.
fingers clawed, bound tightly into suits and stockings
restricting breathing
restricting thought
shallow breaths
in
out
hyperventilating their cheery song
"good morning"
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