Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Pills

Five pills. Five pills and I'm what's left. Paint left from a brush in water. Floating for an instant. Shadows on the surface, then spinning and sinking, vibrant before gone.Gray grit mass on the bottom of the glass.
I briefly wonder if my life is vomit, a mess you can't hold back. I want it clean and gone. It's offensive even at the feet.
But that's over and my body is melting and I want to live here but I need more pills because it's already gone.

2 comments:

JL Kulakowski said...

I can't tell you how disturbed I am by this. I also can't express how deeply I relate.

Sug

FIERI said...

Thanks. Not sure how to respond...

So. haha. I guess I'll stop trying to type stuff.