The Fountain is Temporary

We took the pills

out of the Fire God’s hands

to find our Spirit Animals,

hindsight speaks later and tells me

it wasn’t my best idea,

as I wake up a waifing wasted wastrel

three years later with Rats

gnawing on your hands

while my Spirit Animal

has crawled into the cracks of yellowing

wallpaper,

left for dead by my own soul,

fucking traitorous spirit animal.

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