Smile

Over my shoulder
I repeatedly glance,
singing lullabies
to the child inside.

Over my shoulder
and into my past
I look for any way
to prove I was here.

I see tragedy
perpetuating failure
into the nothing
I have become.

Now my bag is leaking
and my soul is slipping
and I am waiting silently
for the plop on the floor.

Maybe the drugs are working.
Maybe it’s the thought of you
slipping on my soul while
rushing to save my body.

I smile on the way out.

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