The sweet relief.
Internal organs blacken.
Shrivel at its touch.
Ignited.
The sparks warm your soul.
The bottle empties.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
PoetryThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
3rd January 2017, #3.
The sweet relief.
Internal organs blacken.
Shrivel at its touch.
Ignited.
The sparks warm your soul.
The bottle empties.