Cryptic Babble

by Marena Fleury
(Indiana, United States)

I took a plane back to reality,
but those people didn’t like me that much.
So I hopped a train to pain and
slept in that thing for days.
While riding the pain train I met
my best friend medication.
I played with her, until she
began to want power much beyond domination.
I was scared but at the same time
I felt like I was home with her.
Warm and fuzzy, cliche I know.
It feels good.
I need good.
I want good.
I feel good.

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