Xanax at 3 a.m.

I far surpassed my twenty-four hours without Xanax

Again.

But now I am insomniatic to an exponential

Extent.

I can’t get all the pressures off my character’s chest

Again.

It’s a revolving door of inadequacy–I can’t

Prevent.

I’ve been impaled with all consuming transgressions that

Assume

I won’t be able to weather the demonic despair

Within

This tsunami hits the coast, ebbs and flows, ingratiates–

Consumes

My heart battles the nor’easters powerful tempest

Again

Where anger far supersedes any shades of ambition

Or love.

Ha! Love. I guess the Xanax says I don’t need love–or hate

Just sleep.

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