down the hatch

I am wednesday’s anti-psychotic capsule. hurtling headlong into the belly of a gutless beast.

My perfect plastic veneer dissolves away.
The day
self medicates
With vitriol I’ve had in storage
But I never had the need
Never had the courage

To use it myself
The third day is tainted
I couldn’t care more
I couldn’t care less

I detonate this hatred

Thursday cleans up the mess.

 

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