Take the pills
to magnify yourself.
Strip away your negativity
until there’s nothing left
but skin and bone.
Waste your years
as a hollow shell,
whispers on the tide,
acidic syllables in the dark.
Scratch and tear
at your skin
with your fingertips,
ink your despair into
your veins,
away from your heart,
until you are an empty vessel.
Exist in sweet atrophy.
