I know what you're thinking. Or maybe not. I'm not you. But I once was.
I’ve got left a few more years to live on Earth,
instead of chai poems in a cup to understand life.
Loaded gunlocked and loadedkept close to your bodyfor when you’re afraidor mad you attack,
Pour over me from the top; come cleanse me.
Poison coursing through my veinsyears of hating my reflection trauma made itself at home unpacking became burdensome leaving it untouched
We are flawed humans, yes
I havewhat I have I am happy & content