low serotonin levels

there was something I
had to do.
just one thing, but
I can’t recall.
                                 spark a joint.
palms clammy, holding a bay in my small hands
heart batting, confetti falling from stories high
hands clutching one another, vines braided on the cherry tree
dry throat, swallowing through sand paper
                                   have a drink. 
my mind derails from 
the words that sound
like honeybees
                                      pop a pill.
‘Look like you care.’
‘It’s very simple.’

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