On Codeine

And living on stolen time in vocal repertoire. And my head is as broken and screaming as the bloody stitches on my hand, severing my thumb and turning back time. And my fingers look spit on with bubble gum.

And despite the three codeine's I took, my head still hurts... but I feel it softening my limbs. The muscles in my thighs melt away and now my thought seems too tired for thought itself and so I concentrate on the loop of each letter despite the stabbing knife against the back of my brain and a headache that makes my lips bleed.

And my heart hangs suspended even though codeine isn't supposed to speed it up.