I push until I pierce three times
through thin aluminum.
with tepid water from the tap
running down my throat,
I don’t know what loss I mourn.
curled up like an embryo,
I used to suck you up as well,
you’d mute the symptoms for a while
until I got too used to you.
until I’d have to up the dose.
and thus your impact lingered;
just like acetaminophen, it left
a burning stomach wall,
the ache of missing him,
and craving for you still.
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