Folsom Flatline by Fred Shrum and William Davis
CW: death

I have had my fill tonight
In the castanet rattle of pills
The landscapes made small
In plastic cups on a bedside table
The metered allowance
Of vials and tubing
Winding
Along the pale extension
Of my arm
I was a made man
My heart was so hard
Now I’m shriveled
Skin is paper thin
I know I’m bad
But I don’t deserve to die like this
Midnight in a prison hospice ward
Only the nurse to cry for me
Fred Shrum and William Davis have been published in many journals. Find us on Twitter. @fshrum and @ByThisWillAlone