To Forget

I collapsed,

Like a cardboard box,

Weakened from overuse,

I gave way,

Folded myself flat and,

Stowed away into a corner.

 

Under a weight of silence,

I could not communicate,

For fear of people hearing,

What I never wanted to know myself.

 

From the chipped nail polish on my dirty hands,

To the tip of my tongue at,

The burning filter end of a cigarette,

I chased down every drop of poison on offer,

That tasted like it might help me,

To forget.

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