DETOXIFICATION

By Randy Garcia

The walls of this strange place I call my room close around me.


My heart mimics the wings of a hummingbird.


My mind a crow.


My soul is a dead dove:


Rigid, motionless and empty.


My hand, shaking.


My thoughts, restless.


I'm dying of thirst from your oxygen in my lungs,


Your sweetness in my arms.


I wish I could sleep and never wake up


to stop missing you.


Because when you're a corpse, the tears stop falling.


And the walls that enclose you become your home.


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