getting high these days feels easier than ever
help! i’m drowning
my lungs full of liquid guilt –
guilt. guilt. guilt.
why am i so damn guilty?
it’s like my heart doesn’t pump blood, it pumps guilt
i float when i’m high– ohhh i get it now hIGH hahaha–
off-rhythm heart beat
why is my breathing so irregular?
a million shards caught in my throat
i can’t swallow my broken-glass words
it hurts too much
i’m drowning and i’m floating and i’m choking
this is my life
one
two
three
four
stop, please
i can’t breathe
angry red crescent moons
in my palms
deep breaths
it’s okay, i’m okay now
eyes shut tightly
stop seeing
stop remembering that night
stop stop stop
the world moves so slowly
unfeeling
hush now
the quiet after the storm
lingers
on and on
when will it end?
if brokenness had a price, it would be $750
with tax, $753
for five nights, I was worth $3750
that’s pretty expensive
and you called me pretty
but pretty or not, you broke me in every way possible
liquid guilt 