Cocaine Eyes Poem by Lowe Loup

My pupils stare back at me in the mirror
Like some parody of a Rolling Stones song.
How long has it been? Two days, Fourteen hours,
sixteen minutes, twenty six seconds since
I decided- too late

Acid flows through my veins,
burning me like Napalm from the war.
My turn in flames, maybe this is revenge-
A lie they sold us in exchange for the death
we gave to their countrymen.

The vinegary taste of bile invades my mouth,
as I lay on the floor knees pressed to chest.
I cannot remember what I last ate,
nor a memory of drink I held down-
my purification ritual.

Years have passed in two days
Years filled with pain and sickness and hatred.
Years spent staring at tiny ellipses
written on my arm in delicate circles…