National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #23

April 23, 2018

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Blackout Poetry #23

sick
three pills a day
hiding in food
time and time
take the pills
I tought I’d try
to trap the pain
the bottle diluted
almost felt
nice and easy

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