I woke from a dream I
Well it started out as a xanax bar Ended up a hard penis I didn’t want in my mouth
She looked me in the eye
Said my poems dont have to ryme
I woke from a scream I
Was holding his hands when he died
I resented my family for being close to me.
They’d hurt me too eventually
From all of these. I ran away.
I sleep in the fetal position during the day
clutching a gun I’ve never used
I’ve grown accustomed to you.