Two-Thirds 2/3

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Split mind / divided soul

Disintegration, deteriorating mental faculties


A future without direction

Moving blindly, I walk further into the increasing void

The expanding depth of solitude, increasing resistance to ingestion

I stand at the edge of the medicine cabinet, unraveling the labels

Plastic cylinders containing pressed powder daydreams

Beautifully dangerous pharmaceutical hallucination

Walking images that overlap into my reality

Only conscious in the corner of my eye

Breathing only in the absence of actual vantage points

The stale whispers talk, fighting for vocal dominance

Remnants of past conversations

She speaks in a violent clarity

Her fragile words shatter with an echo

A promise lingers in the air

A proposed permanence of loyalty until death

I run the tips of my fingers across my wrist

The piercing thump of my pulse reminds me I’m among the living

An irrational collection of empty skin suits

Relying on glossy pages of self-help books

Declining generations of genetic cum shots

Standing in the aisles of libraries, masturbating to amateur psychology

Deciphering symptoms between failed published studies

Today, I’m a schizophrenic

Tomorrow I’ll find a new disease between the pages of a children’s book

Created: Apr 16, 2014

Tags: poetry

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