Sugar Suicide

10/9/2018

 

my past

written in blood

on aged paper

i cannot stomach

 

so in a box

locked

with a hatchet

then again

and buried 6 feet deep

 

but then your name

striked a cord

and sings a code

of a not-so-lovely melody

 

brings the box

barrelling so,

through my skin

 

facing me,

let the judgment begin.