This is not a dream but it is not real either.  A work of fiction.  Sometimes the mind takes you places you’d rather not go.


Forgive me for I have….

Mirror above sink shatters

Shards ready to bite

Rainbow colored pills scatter

Insides a powdery white

Voices a constant chatter

I can’t do anything right

I don’t fucking matter

Feeling high as a kite

Emotions mellow, flatter

Dark begins to swallow light

Rain on windows, pitter-patter

The world is much less bright

Noises fading from a clatter

As the day spins into night

The drips get bigger and fatter

As they fall from a 3 foot height

They create a pretty splatter

Until I let go without a fight


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