it’s toast
this time beforetime
when the normal
has become the bitter pill

like truth bombs
hidden within
the smooth and the sweet
they swallow easier now

and as the ancient sunrise
bedazzles anew
an old pain remembers
preparing for the calm

but woefully inadequate
to the task at hand
this practice of elimination
spirals downward

endlessly
with yesterday’s bile

Peace/Love

m(~_~)m