It's just the beginning.
I'm not that far off.
But,
I kept the cap.
like a hunter keeps a trophy.
Just in case.
It's proof of how deep this hole can be.
Maybe someday these shreds can be confetti in my victory lap
For now though,
They are razor sharp.
Burrowing down my soul.
Sticking like leeches.
So,
Another one again tomorrow.
Maybe another after that too.
And after that.
And after that.
And after that.
If my wallet and wallowing agrees.
I cross my fingers.
If there's truly someone listening,
I hope they can hear this ragged prayer.
Please.
I can't keep doing this awake.
I need sweet nectar sleep.
Either that or strike me down finally.
Both are fine.
