Phantom Pain

drinks in winter rain like cold

moscato

coating her tongue with

nimbus swell

spends time staring out windows

not saying a word

day dreaming mad hallucinations

behind calm eyes

image of serenity

screaming incessantly

from the pillow padded

sound proofed cell

of a damaged soul

watch her move and sway

rhythmic

life-like

automoton

breaching the uncanny valley

warm vibrant

flesh and blood

tourniqueted

clotted flow turning black

amputated

no longer obstructing

the whole

no longer attached

the phantom pain

persists

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