Evidence of life
My head is empty, and at the same time
Over flowing, swirling with chemicals
Can anyone tell this poem is drug induced?
I slip into an ego-driven coma and
The top of my head slips with it
Soft slow tremors violently rock my body
And caress my heart of hearts
My brain flies away on lead wings
All that’s left is old images of wet thighs
And they are fading fast into pornography
I pour in some glue to make things stick
But everything is lost to time and selfishness
“It must be too old.” I say to myself
I found it in a shoe box filled with legos
And labeled with my name, written in a childlike scrawl
I peal away that label and drop it into my skull
Savor the feeling of being full if only for an instant
I will always have the memory of myself
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Submission Name: Evidence of life 
