the pill
shakes the sleepy
insomnial tendrils
as the sparks
ignite a
lightning ball
in the pit
of anxieties
which keep me
tossing all night
feeding one hell
in place of another
exchanging one
terminal velocity
for a new twist
on the same old
self destruction

you see
every aspect of
what i am
(un)filtered
as i cut off
the best parts
of myself
from this shuddering
semiautonomous
corpse filled with
blowflies fattened
on decayed dreams
and shards of
onyx heartthistle
marked in red with
return to sender
on blackened
tearstained
envelopes