The dull in blue eyes
Holding of breath
Wishing never to take more.
"Take one a day,
You'll be feeling great!"
Only one was never enough.
"Take two"
"Take four"
Six and eight.
Nothing,
Nothing kept alive.
Up the dosage.
I didn't consume them,
They consumed me.
Became "myself"
I became them.
My teeth now advil,
Made me numb
My eyes now Nyquil,
Put me to sleep
My tears now melatonin,
Caused my brain to silence.
My nails now reactine,
Drove the sickness away.
My skin,
Worst of them all.
Made of acetaminophen,
Put me in the hospital.
"Take one a day,
You'll be feeling great!"
And so I did.
"Take two a day,
You'll be feeling great!"
Up my dose.
"One more a day,
You'll be feeling okay!"
Pills fell from me.
"Your skin,
It's no longer white!"
Weekly pill planners.
"You're smiling..."
Reclaim my body,
Reclaim my mind.
"Two a day,
You'll be feeling great."
And so I did.
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Fractured Thoughts
Short Story(VERY PROMINENT TRIGGER WARNING. TOPICS DISCUSSED IN HERE COULD POSSIBLY BE VERY TOXIC. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.) From the mass of my brain, things tend to come up from moments of darkness. This brings out the inspiration for writing and therefore, th...
