By Jake Thompson
face to face we meet
you’re gray, passed out on the floor
if you saw what came out of your mouth you’d see to grieving
it smelled like rot
stick your finger in the pot—super hot
second degree burns, skin boiling
you’re crinkling like,
foiling
yeah, coiling
why you mad? you did it to yourself
It’s not an emergency, you’re just a fucking idiot
drop to my knees worried for his safety—he gonna make it safely?
I love you—don’t make me go crazy
Breathe, dumbass
I love you, don’t make me go crazy
“…”
I know you’re sorry. save it. your health is what i’m cravin’– i’m spiraling meanwhile
your seizures is going viral— sirens in the distance faded—
door busted open like a
gunshot
What happened?
words were not spoken— trust was broken
with the authorities
you can’t die, not in my house! on the floor of my house at this party please—please—
No More Parties in LA
Kanye was right, it’s the only way
he said it right
the only way
stop choking on the air this might be your last day,
don’t get mixed in the fray, stop poppin these before you drop dead
your time is finite
on this downright twisted night it’s midnight
this ain’t the twilight zone you not gonna wake up
that might’ve been your last cup
if you die, detectives be crawling— on the floor next to your
corpse
the reeking smell of death at my door knock knock
Death at my door
Hey kid
huh?
What happened?
the EMT saw my silent dead eyes— grim and dreary— pupils dilated
he knew— right
he knew—
load him up— what did you do? what did he get
From you?
