Katie D. Johnson
If only I liked alcohol;
I'd drown my sorrows until the poison flushed the blood from my veins.
If only I wasn't allergic to cigarettes;
I'd chase the oxygen from my lungs with the tar's raw destruction.
If only I loved a little less;
I'd jump from my highest flight and plunge into abysmal waters to wash my existence away.
But I hate the taste of alcohol.
But I hate everything about cigarettes.
But I love those around me so much more than I love myself.
So I flush my blood onto paper.
I chase my breath into ink.
I fly with my mask and clay wings;
One day I may reach the sun and crash and burn.
But for now,
I'll keep my darkness contained to the ink and paper of my soul.