A Cure For Wellness

Plastic blue toy piano
Plays a tune

Moonlight sonata

Echoes the room

Dance till words
Become dead

And incoherent

Pipe organs echo
In a flooded cave

I want to live free
You want me in the grave

I have already figured out your secret
And no I do not want your cure for wellness

Plastic trees
Cannot grow fruit

They're fake like you
And so deceiving

I loved you
But now I see

You're disturbed
And need a real cure

Fake trees burn into a
Chemical smell

And the toxic liquid
Puts you in a shell

Gagging on the acid
Of your sins

In your futile search
For a cure for wellness



Credits
Writer(s): Zoey Baker
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