Goodbye
Look at the ducks
Perfectly straight row
Perfectly ordered
Perfectly sized
Quack
The silence is rattle with a simple
Quack
The beating
Of my heart almost matches the duck’s strokes
Remember when we watched the ducks
For hours
Quack
Chirp
The ducks and the birds seemed to be
Creating some kind of brilliant ballad
My heart goes flippity flop
You menace
You caused this
The three small pills were in a row
Like the ducks
Quack
The rattle of the door rattles the pills and sends shivers down my spine
I scream because of you
I slam the door because of you
I cry because of you
Because of you
I’ll never be normal again
I’m already broken
And I can’t be put back together again
Pout
That’s all I’ll do
So
Goodbye pills
Goodbye ducks
Goodbye you
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