Pink Hearse

on Dying/On Drugs

I am a deep, peaceful

Indulgent darkness I am

That thick carpet, lukewarm bathwater air

Writhing as I divide and divide, and

dividing only to sink

Exponentially deeper into

The semi-permanence of

My own stop-motion arms

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