The echo of heels and dress and shoes,
fills the silence outside my room.
I will meet
the doctor tomorrow.
Today’s session will mend;
Aversion Therapy.
The ailment that stills my mother’s lips,
makes her wrest her eyes
when she sees us.
Her long fingers grasp your locks
as she heaves you out of my room and my memory —
The faint taste of cherry on my tongue.
It is the only thing that brings me comfort.
I sit in this chair with wires
cemented to my arms.
Now, there are jittery muscles and blisters.
Sit still!
You will be healed!

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