Poem #2: INFLMT (Read TW)

[TW: S3w3rslide, guns, SA]

INFLMT

I'm not feeling like myself today

There's a pit of venomous snakes

Awaiting my utter failure; death

Awaiting my fall through jagged rocks

I'm not feeling like myself today

I keep remembering my porcelain vulnerability

Shattered against my will; unconsciously touched

The lack of consent is all I am now

I'm not feeling myself today

The pills look enticing, they ask me to binge

A gun to my ear, it yells, "let it rip"

I don't know if I'll ever feel myself again