CVIII | Something Similar
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My head is spinning,
My breath comes in gasps,
I'm reaching out
for Tammie
but she's not here.
So the fake Tammie
is the one
who embraces me.
And I let her.
Clutching her shirt.
Burying my mouth
in her shoulder.
Muffling my screams.
The plain nurse
steps forward
to intervene.
But the fake Tammie
says something
to make her retreat
back to the door.
She smells different too.
Not of vomit
or stomach acid.
A musky, wooden smell.
A warm
comforting scent.
For a moment
I wonder if it's really a bad thing
if I believe in this lie
that they're putting in
so much effort
to confuse me.
This lie is better.
I like you, I tell the fake Tammie.
I look deep
into her dark eyes.
I like you like this.
Her breath is warm.
There's no foul smell.
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