Treatment Tolerability
when transfusions are gifted with sleepless hours voices grow dazed with tragic powers as if we’ve transcended the phase of gathering flowers & magically ascended countless towers with no stars outside of the night to climb into bed with us & no mornings giving water from a faucet of rust & what begins as a dog becomes a different dog with so little control over its bark-like instinct we examine our bruises blindfolded in a fog of pain covering everything with a god-like fabric because no mercy is bright enough to pass this fatigue onto another— treatment tolerability is a sister that failed our mother & grand sentimentality is its little brother
when transfusions are gifted with sleepless hours voices grow dazed with tragic powers as if we’ve transcended the phase of gathering flowers & magically ascended countless towers with no stars outside of the night to climb into bed with us & no mornings giving water from a faucet of rust & what begins as a dog becomes a different dog with so little control over its bark-like instinct we examine our bruises blindfolded in a fog of pain covering everything with a god-like fabric because no mercy is bright enough to pass this fatigue onto another— treatment tolerability is a sister that failed our mother & grand sentimentality is its little brother
