misery
is a funny thing.
i do not wish to
eat
or to move.
i consider
returning
to the basement
from whence i came
and i recall
the misery
i experienced there,
and i compare
the two.
i cannot conceive
the horrors
to come
in either case
so i am left
with nothing more
than the stale taste
of alcohol
on my tongue.
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