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Relax, this won't hurt

There isn't enough beer to drown it
There aren't enough pills to poison it
you call it by many names

self-loathing
accidental overdose
return of facts
    in a rapid chatter
miscue
mistake
wrong step
bad break

fatal defect between thought

and action

You can pretend its not there
its ok
it doesn't mind

its willing to wait
in the background
where it blends with stone and shadow

its willing to hunch
in abandoned alleys, looking over
well-picked leavings

its willing to hide
in hitch of lung
in stumble of step

its willing to lie
whisper
and cheat

because eventually everyone gives in,
in the end
everyone gives over

and
finally
it

feeds

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

intricate, pace perfect rhyme, my favorite kind
intriguing start but definitely better as it builds to that end that's genuinely creepy and
dark and interdimensional--yet I know exactly of what you speak, the layers to this world and our energy perceptions are many.
and whatever it is, it does come on so strong and palpably real at times.
Great word and phrase choice too, the way you say things makes me excited, its almost a view into the ability you possess throughout.
It makes me feel like I could click onto most anything of yours and it would be strong and clear and you have the ability (and do) take care of your reader,
know what I mean?

the only crit in this I have (and it may be artistic liscense which im familiar with and can totally flow to) is this:

There isn't enough pills to poison it
There arent enough pills.... etc?


So cool. alive, whole, distinct piece.

[Legion]

Yes it does. Well written. You a counselor?