bloodletting, or the wiring of a firefly,
Saharan-monologue as far flung as the Universe,
inadequate as Earth, a spinning apple core on a blanket,
I chase You after a failed fluoxetine trip, the numbers
93, 43 imprinted on my head like the Antichrist’s mark
whilst my heart screams,
Holy Trinity.
I chase You, the needle on my compass
dancing, as I used to do before chemicals
betrayed me.
Now, I rock back and forth, as I
catch flies and falling stars to the rhythm of these syllables-
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
For some reason, I haven't been able to write much poetry this summer, and this is probably a poor attempt, but still...basically, fluoxetine is just a drug used to treat depression and it has like those numbers, 93 43 on each side which is what that means and...for anyone who doesn't know, the last line just means God, God, why have You forsaken me? Just to clear up any confusion ya know
