you ask me,
what is your choice of poison
a distraction
the happy place
something to escape
something as escape
intoxication
sweetness
bliss
light-headedness
thoughts poof
into thin air
being empty
in space
time does not exist
you ask me,
what is your choice of poison
a liquid
how many times a day
how many litres a day
how many bottles a day
how many cups a day
the bitterness
no, wait, the
sweetness
sliding down
oblivious to everything around
no other way to go
down down down
heavy eyes
and lids
arms
the whole body
a deep dark sleep
many hours later
you ask me,
what is your choice of poison
endless watching of
other people’s drama
on-screen or off
until minutes pass into hours
into days
night into day
and day into night
sucked into
reality distorted
who am i?
when i come out
when i do come out
what happens if i dont
out of one drama
into another
you ask me,
what is your choice of poison
if not that, that, or that
where control is mine
where words are mine
on paper
on-screen
for no one
but me
no, not even you
one by one by
words appear
from here to there
a by-product of
silent screams
clothes too tight
breath, you say
in and out
space not enough
hope inked on you
an easy smile
words help me
they escape me
letting the steam off
ouch, that hurts
boiling now
stretching some space
and time
love on the knuckles
it hurts
once again,
you ask me
what is your choice of poison
who said anything about a choice?
To live or to exist 