I thought I meant it,
thirty pills over three days
spaced out like the margins of
a book, double lined
shaken awake, I stir
like a cat roused from it's sleep,
stretching out the length of my body, arching my back, ready to attack
there is the needle, poking veins, collapsed veins that do not shed their blood easily, willingly
the tightness of a blood pressure band, constricting, heartbeat pulsing, ringing in my ears like titinus
the weight of near death, the long wait, internal quiet, external chaos
it breaks
no
(I didn't mean it.)
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
I thought I meant it,
thirty pills over three days
spaced out like the margins of
a book, double lined
shaken awake, I stir
like a cat roused from it's sleep,
stretching out the length of my body, arching my back, ready to attack
there is the needle, poking veins, collapsed veins that do not shed their blood easily, willingly
the tightness of a blood pressure band, constricting, heartbeat pulsing, ringing in my ears like titinus
the weight of near death, the long wait, internal quiet, external chaos
it breaks
no
(I didn't mean it.)
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