living isn’t cheap

in the morning, you smell of juicy fruit gum

parched

a drought in your mouth

soaked

a slick sheet of sweat

on the side of your bed

a finger prick that hurts again

a needle in your hand again –

guzzling from a bottle

you find that you

can’t breathe

(and your medication

won’t be free)

hey,

they say,

you need to put on weight,

they say,

and you’re too skinny, guy

hey,

we say,

we eat our food,

we say,

you know we’ve fucking tried

a clicking of your pen again

it smells of hospital again –

needles are a pain

but do or die

and anyway

you’ve poked yourself so many times

it’s not even a bother

anymore

wake up in the middle

of the night

bad pictures in your mind

wake up in the middle

of the night

when you let out a breath, it leaves a sweet smell.

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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