i forcefully chew the xanax into pieces, letting the bitter taste coat my mouth as it reminds me of what will soon be in my system. i let it calm me down as i contemplate more, deciding on acid instead. god i’m ******* up my body. five trips in two and a half months and i feel like this is never going to end. i’m going to keep buying xanax and i’m going to keep taking it and it might even ruin my life but i don’t give a ****. take my fifty and hand me a dozen bars and i’ll tell you i’m in love. the other night i took some and drank and my mom was worried but she figured it was just my medication. i owe you neurotin, i contemplate my new bruises just as colors start to dance. i want my love back but in the meantime, this artificial intrigue will just have to do. hopefully i live long enough to see my darling again.