counted down

it took:

eight days to (almost) forget

the feeling of grass


seven hours smothered

in (hospital) bed after

(hospital) bed,

six (of) cups to ignore the sensation

of 900 milligrams of lithium

down my throat,

five (tiny) knuckles-

gray and bruised, with lesions that


four cups of milk, heated for thirty

seconds to mask

three gulps of acrid detergent-

its remains strewn across the

right side of a (baby blue) home,

two (trembling) hands to let go

of the windowsill-

one minute

to self-combust

(like a dying supernova that inhaled

and exhaled its weight in


-written by larvisty

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