twelve capsules
one for every other hour of the day
spilled on the counter
and a shot of vodka
my medicine mix
like a dare as my mind spins
wouldn’t be wise to simply drown
in all the mess
hibernating beast awakens from his sleep
oh god, let me rethink
what i’m about to do
the attempt to numb all feelings through
the end
to be drifting away from you

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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