Jessie · May 1, 2011
Nightly Ritual

Pills go into a teacup--
Absinthe poured into a shot glass--
Water fills a teapot--
Lift your pinkie
       while drinking tea

shot--
     burning
     numbing
     soothing--
"I'm a little teapot,
   short and stout.
This stupid girl drinks me
   straight from the spout"--
And thus ends this
Fucked-up
Tea party for
    One--
        Two--
            Three?--
                (All of us.)

We whisper our wishes to the
Worlds outside our own
Before we all say
"Goodnight"
And await Slumber's
Silent,
Stealthy fingers to
Secretly
Snatch up our
Soul(s) and
Swim with us to
Dreamland.

I make the ritual as absurd as i can as to mock the absurdity of my "needing" those pills.
 
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