Poison

Get it out

these thoughts

poison,

this pen

the antidote…

induce vomit

cleanse me of

these toxic

memories

which are

destroying

my

peace of mind,

let me be

present

here

now

so,

I scribble

down

these notes

stopping to chicken scratch letters

and words

in this soaked notebook

along the roadside

as I walk home

in the rain

this is no

farewell letter

or

suicide note,

this is poison

nearly thirty years

worth of poison,

get it out…

must get it out…

cleanse,

this antidote is starting

to work

but

just as I begin

to become aware

of the here

and now

this fucking pen

is beginning to run

out

of ink…

 

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