counted down
it took:
eight days to (almost) forget
the feeling of grass
underfoot,
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
bled;
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
stardust).
-written by larvisty


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