Call train bathroom floor
You and me Chris
Concrete, cold tile, Ketamine
Cold water tapping
As you wash my smoke filled hair.
I'm coming down
From what?
I don't remember
Rapping, tapping, napping
Fist on the door
Is what I'm afraid of.
Shivering contractions
Seizing me and my actions.
Skin pale against florescent lights
-is it strange that I feel at home?
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