XCIV | Some Bond

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Tammie's chin
digs into my ribs.

It hurts.

She's watching my face, my expressions.

She leans close again,

breathing foul vomit
onto my face.

Despite myself,

I wrinkle my nose.

My head moves—
imperceptible.

She notices.

An apologetic smile.

As if telling me,
I'm very real now.

I need to touch Tammie,
be 100% sure she's real,

like
during the fire.

I'm
trying my best
to remember.

I pull
at my bonds.

The nurse has tied

my wrists tightly
to the sides of the bed.

Tug

violently,
suddenly.

Pain pierces through the full length of my arm.

I just want to be sure

she's not
a medicated fantasy.

I'm sure
about the room.

I remember the faces,
the names,
the stench.

Queenie's eyes

are clearest
in my mind.

Elliot's haunt me too,

empty dark holes
where there should be eyes.

The restraints
are the same kind

they always use.

Why can't I wriggle free?

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