Literature
on your knees
Kill the pain. Release yourself from the everything that has held you captive over the years. Yellowing, curling newpaper pages taped to the cold cement walls. (Makeshift wallpaper?) Copper wire cage melting from the flames. The answer was there all along. A syringe full of white joy awaiting dispersion, distribution, through your arteries. Dilution, disillusion. Waiting with bated breath, No this is not a test. Of your ability to function with amputation (paralysis song) medication, but it's ok, we've always got inhalation, not suffocation. Derangement, encaged, awaiting the new phase. Ablaze, the stage, but the actors will continue their pl