Text reads:
Reoccurring nightmares
Of my desolation
Chloring, sevoflurane
Peracetic acid
Hydrogen peroxide
Saline, isopropyl
Bandages, gauze and tape
Opioids, midazolam
A dizzying headache
Chemical induced sleep
Notes:
I hate these nightmares. The hospitals are always empty and cold and seem to perfectly reflect how lonely i feel, which is jarring. At least i can make pretty poems out of them. At least i hope i can.
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4:30 AM
Dear poet,
it is a pretty poem, in a cold and simultaneously melancholy way. I hope these moments pass for you, eventually. If not, feel free to reach out - we're all struggling out here. You are not alone, even if it often feels like that.
Seek heaven through violence.
Dear Reader,
Your words mean a lot to me, both your comment on my poetry and your offer, thank you. Ill keep that in mind, and of course, ditto.
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