i visited my doctor the other day
i guess i’ve found my poison of choice
pepto-bismol pink–
i take it twice a day,
drown it in the morning
once when i ****** a contact to my pupil
watching it slump
till dry tears soil my eyeliner
smolder its way in
another on my second attempt
rake my fingers through my iris
during some end-of-the-day ******* /
because when does it ever come out
on the first try?
he told me to make sure i have             
one of those cute tiny plastic cups–
the secret lies in playing pretend:             
i’m having a tea party
pinky up light sipping and all
my best friend with me in the mirror
i feel it ooze down my throat
choking me in swallowing-bubblegum-type fashion.
I leave it to rot.

In hindsight, I think it's something about the hot thickness: tar tastes the same as honey if it burns you enough after all.