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The Damn Things
I'm sick.
He watched me take the pills.
He watched me swallow each and every last one
from my upturned palm.
You've taken too many, he said.
But doesn't everybody?
So, I am sick.
I am seething sickness.
I swallowed the damn things,
and then I threw them up.
He knew those sweet, soothing,
silencers.
I swallowed them and now
I'm sick.
He watched me take the pills.
He watched me swallow each and every last one
from my upturned palm.
You've taken too many, he said.
But doesn't everybody?
So, I am sick.
I am seething sickness.
I swallowed the damn things,
and then I threw them up.
He knew those sweet, soothing,
silencers.
I swallowed them and now
I'm sick.
Published 7th May 2016
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