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
Clamor 