infection

hocked the only valuable thing
in my possession

pawned my mom’s birthday present

sold my much coveted
murakami collection

all for a six letter confection

and an infection

in my blood via intravenous
injection

it's what i get, i guess,
for yet

another broken
promise

to myself

now, out the window goes my health,
and i don’t even trust my right hand
or my left

i’m my own biggest
suspect

and worst enemy

such is living

life

on this side
of strife

goodbye! goodnight!

just don’t switch off the light

who knows what i might...