there is a bitter pill
lodged in the back of
my throat
thunder woke me
shaking the room
every hour
on the hour
brainquakes shiver
a nine point eight
on the please just
fucking end it scale
wishing for the sleep
that never blankets me
wishing for a change
in my status woe
begging the emptiness
to magically find a way
to fill the emptiness
throughout the waves of
your name has become my
rosary as my tongue
works over the syllables
a spell to cast aside
the spirits screaming
in the crystal ball
resting heavily upon
my two broken shoulders
and that bitter pill
of refusal to accept
the things i cannot change
as i warp the world
around me through the power
of positive fuck offs


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