Serotonin

Corbin Louis

Dope boys screaming from chronic pain

heartbreak and pill bottle from stomach of empty

Hundred day fucking run

of all coke

broken nose

and switch

blade regression

A woman destroyed me

the way cathedrals are turned inside out

Bit my lips and said ‘goodbye/never, fuck you

piece of shit bipolar rich boy’

But I was broke

and she had the money

and I couldn’t afford treatment

Then I thought about suicide every night

for a year straight

(Gunshot-gunshot-buckshot-.44)
I’d rather die than be alone on pills

high every fucking day

because my brain is a hollowtip

leaking serotonin

from past lives

and dice games

and the smell

of a hundred

weekends

stuck

on my

clothes

forever