Phantasmas by Sarabeth
today i'm languid
drab
and these pills
dont seem to work
yet i swallow another
affliction
and through jaded eyes
i see myself
with wounds on
my wrists
pale jagged edges
of phantasmal skin
running down to my ankles
i click my heels
wish for one of my
senses
feeling- i grope for mediocrity
but settle for the void