It’s all poison.
The well. The pipeline.
The love. The friendship.
The flighty beginning. The torrid end.
The embrace. The wave.
The before. The after
We know
Nothing leaves the body
quite so violently as an unplanned exit
still, we drink to not starve
still, we talk to shed the loneliness
still, we commune to be counted
still, we arrive to be affiliated
losing ourselves in pieces until there’s nothing left,
Saying it’s only poison,
at least we lived.
Music: Medicine by Daughter
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