Self Medication
I am given the solution
And told that it will kill.
I can no longer deal with this problem of mine.
I need to Act now.
I take it-
the slight tingling begins,
slowly taking over.
An overwhelming rush of adrenaline.
It Scopes out my prey- leaving it nowhere to hide.
The Crest strikes and finally
It Reaches my suffering cavity,
filling it with hope of a brighter future.
I can only stop when nothing is left to rinse away.
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