This Poem is Not About Drugs
No form or figure.
I feel a little bigger.
No time to shiver.
I'm hotter than ever.
I am vapor.
Sometimes I'm puddle
pillows I cuddle
know I am a muddle
of sighs.
four walls mine muffle
unyielding cries.
I sleep in memories wet
awake wave goodbyes.
Sometimes I am ice.
I find the cold suffice.
circumstances rolled dice
and each day I pay the price.
I never claimed I am nice.
I envy how you levy slice
of world.
This cold,
suffice.
Today I am vapor.
This is my day 96 entry of the 100 days of poetry by
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