gorge on phenobarb
open the throat
... swallow
detach, relax
little by little
... .. .
when the entire room
is dead black
any incoming light
becomes blinding
corner of fallen bones
corner of splattered blood
corner of desperate voices
corner of piss and shit
in the middle of the room
the rest of I
disappears, torn apart by
tiny black holes
of thought and reason
chaos
reduced to
a simple handful
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