Prozac

By , Edmonton, Canada
It’s a lonely morning.
Waking up happy
with noone to smile at.

Vibrating viscera
delightful spasms rupturing through
squeezing all sanctity shut.

Hearing people awake
surrender to the routine.
Wanting to become a part
of a useful community.

Let’s admit it while we can:
Love is a useless thing.





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