Moose Knuckles

for the sharing of poetry, observations, epiphanies, and conclusions
Thu Jun 16

zoloft (or lack thereof)

you have been without for a little over a week,

and you can feel it chipping away at your reserves, 

like vines creeping from empty bottles up your arms

ever closer

scratching at your throat

 every disappointment, a chink in your facade

your paint is peeling 

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