maelynslavik

There is a different version of me that leaks out,

dripping ink on these pages,

hollow and raw,

saying all my thoughts.

A flow of words that may have never left my head,

Humid air drifts through the streets

Carrying the scent of damp leaves

The birds sing songs of joy 

While gathering food for their young

Flowers begin to sprout among the grass and moss

I'm an artificial human

Thanks to the drugs

I'm full of artificial feelings

And artificial love

Real emotions hurt

But I'll be alright

So long as my prescription

Is refilled on time