Pick Your Poison

Photo by Ozan Çulha

My body is just a shell with no operator,

And I fill it with substances when it gets dark.

Pretty poisons hang from my bathroom mirror,

Claiming they can give me back the spark.

But these pills I’m taking kill the joy

And they carve my love for you into questions.

My tongue strikes like the snake in Eden

Until every living soul gets tired of my confessions.

-Jackie

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