Fluoride for the road

I’ll drink from the water

fountain fluoride dispensers

and corrode my

pineal gland because my

dreams are already dead

 

best not to think too much

or you’ll think

 

of a way out

or of someplace you should be

would rather be

supposed to be

 

I’ll shower in it

so it rots everything else

preserving only itself—

 

I hope it kills my vision

and I have nothing but black

empty nothingness to sleep in

 

I can’t live if there’s anything left

to wish for.

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