Death & the Junkyard

[ForEverAfter]

I attempt to commit suicide, accidentally
alcohol and methamphetamines for breakfast, lunch and tea
no water, no food, no sleep.

I stab myself with my syringe
piercing valves, and slamming dirty hits into arteries
the needle digs too deep, it goes in one side and out the other.

I step out, into angry morning traffic
commuters screeching to a halt, tyres screaming against asphalt
vanity plates grazing my kneecaps.

My palpitations fail to escalate; my heart does not give way.

I navigate beyond my friendly streets
toxic smells thick upon every inhalation: asbestos, inhalants, and fungal spores
the locals, sick and withdrawn; they struggle against gravity, begging for spare change.

This is my home, now.

I mix uppers and downers
DXM and meth; alcohol, heroin, and MDMA
all gateways, to rat poison.

The little red pellets
they give me indigestion
the poison: it fails to recognize me as a rat.

 

[Thou]

I love when 4EA posts.

The surest poison is time my friend.



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