Pre And Post Pandemic Poetry

Sugar

*Trigger warning for mentions of drug abuse and mental Illness.

Inhale, what a rush
It stings a little
But not much.

I'm wired
Electrified.
Charged
Undignified

I'm bleeding
It's funny
My nose hurts
It's runny

Static. Reality is distorted
Inexistent, unrefined
Like sugar pure
It cost me a dime

Shit

Can't function
I've finally hit rock bottom.
I'm drowning
Gasping
Alone
In this high I'll keep basking.

What have I done
Who am I now?
Not a shadow
Nor the shade
Of a former bag of flesh.

My heart is pounding
Resounding
My sternum cracking
It's lacking

Perhaps I'll give in
This darkness is warm
And inviting.
I can't stop the monologue
It's flowing
Like vomit

I felt the prick
I crave it
The knife in my pocket

Sleep
I must
I should
Transform
There's nothing left
I'm gone
This is my true form

Dear sugar
My temptress
You stripper
You fiend

Seductress
Enabler
Come rest
With me.

I reach out
Hands trembling
Fingers grasping at air
Your memory
Your rejection
It's just not fair

So I'll lay here
Wet
Drenched by the rain
And hopefully
This sugar
Will help mask my pain.