Take one capsule before bedtime
Indictment from the shelf
In the medicine cabinet
It glares out the open door
reaching for the bottle while
mumbling "its okay" again
Hand trembling from bitterness
that can't be swallowed away
as you gulp and swallow
Hot flare of resentment
Miles above your skin the sun,
drowning the black hole once more
24 October 2010
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oh, dear, I try to remember to be kind to myself. I know this kind of reproach, I do, and it does no good. I still do it, but I know it's for nothing. It's not all all or nothing game, baby steps, my friend.
ReplyDeleteDrowning the black hole once more.. What a perfect description!
ReplyDeleteUgh--I don't like the black hole.
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