bad
every morning
I take my meds
they draw a goddamn halo
around my head
an inside joke
no one’s in on
a juicy secret
I keep to myself
if I mute it,
no one hears it,
that strange devil
on my shoulder.
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Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.
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