A few years ago, I was very emotional(crazy).
A poem from 2006ish:
Down the toilet:
literally
Upon inspecting what I'd thrown up
last night
I found,
along with the piece of tilapia I had for dinner,
my bloody,
shattered heart,
what was left of my tear ducts,
and the remains of my very first love
I'd ever known.
I paused for a moment contemplating
the contents in the water,
and then I flushed.
TWICE.
Ha.
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