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Hydrocortisone
Blue grassy hues and my hospital window is less than serene and the vapours in the air are like a gangrenous flower tiled in a immaculate melancholy here I breathe before the diction of empathy and emphatically I euthanise my only hope of seeing another day and the rain slumbers tonight in my toes and my neck is crucified by a hydrocortisone show at 3AM and I'm here waiting for another breath another fable to keep me up at night rescued by nonsense rescued by red sparrows that crawl into my eyelids I wake up again idled swallowing down some apple juice and all the flowers are veiled in the garden below the hospital the vines are also as lost as me, I wake up again and this rhythm holds me down in this hue of a stolen fallible dream of how I met God through the frayed air of myself Bio: Jeremy Limn is a 28-year-old poet who has published three books of poetry, Raining Poems, The Auguries of Lost Lilacs, and The Roses Forget You, his work also appeared in the 2016 July Issue of Infernal Ink Magazine, and the Yearbook for the University of Tasmania 2015, and published twice with Vext Magazine, The Ernest Becker Foundation. Poetry: Hinterland by Jeremy Limn The Doorway to San Francisco by Jeremy Limn (inspired by Kerouac)
Fevers of the Mind 