acid

hunger like no other, eating away. the way i see it, the words on the page mean nothing when all my pens have been stolen by good friends of mine. all the cats are under shade, and i wish diazepam upon them all. why must i wake up to the sun when i’ve been watching it set and rise every single day for the past month? acid threatening to rise above my collarbone, the way i see it, the words on the page mean everything.

wait a little longer, wait!
i need to follow your gait
dance along the way and leave prints,
lay down wherever your heart trims

and wait a little!