another refill

on the bottle
sublimated directions
a script for salvations
promised
to numb to take
away
pity and guilt
whatever it was
now that it’s empty
i can recall

another refill
the sky elevates
into space
warmth replaced
with degrees too low
to recount
now
sitting here
propped up like a
stuffed skin and bones
receptacle

it’s dark here
the containers
a thousand thoughts
below
offer no salvation
going further
from the clattering
manics and sadists
that take up
valuable space

so
away
far
from
freezing
into place
drifting
and gone

another refill

Jason Franklin

Springboro, United States

Artist's Description

A poem. About refills. and drugs. and pain replaced with other forms.

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