The pills bite huge chunks out of me. I can't take just one; they come at me like piranhas, jaws open and frenzied. I'm down to the bone, I throw everything up. I.V. needles frequent me like annoying guests, keeping me hydrated.
My mind crawls like a fly on painted fruit, sucking at illusions and air. I'm tired of being scared. Someone told me to give my fears to Jesus, but I think he'd be bored of them, too.
by J.M. Brandt of Columbia
*Italicized words found in Decoy by Elaine Equi