Diagnostics of Seven

Research underdeveloped,

     Seven phases of testing left the bipolar mirror triple girl as ethereal as a ghost, Declaring her feelings were as phantoms disinterested in any attempt to solve the origin source genesis of her trauma, Exposing her doppelgänger instead to algorithms of peril dangerously close to the line of lobotomy, as if the climate of self might change from despairing powerless grey into perfect emotional cortex health at the blink of a miracle preyed for upon the red mortal climax of fleeting life dawn; Tomorrow.

     Closed eye last desperate whole malfunctioning blink before waking in the derelict black of hell, A silent world overture of bleak crescendos inescapably crushing the spirit trapped in the will of the misaligned soul synonym for consciousness, a derelict vessel for a disdained compassion.

In earnest anticipation of,