Featured Art: Hard Pill To Swallow – Hayley Wall

Sunday, August 28, 2022

I caught it drinking juice,

The Kool-Aids of my youth,

Coughing rounds of proof—

That I’m sick, with feelings of truth.

I caught it grabbing railings,

Above steps to higher sailings,

Looking down at past failings,

Blowing my nose, relieving the stuffings…

I got it from a rapper,

Mimicking rhyming rules,

Of memories so cruel,

Where gun shots ruled,

Yet also his survival tool.

I got it smelling a thief,

Who stole my adulting grief,

Now, no longer a boy,

But a man with awkward toys,

Thoughts of craving choice,

And grooming all six senses,

To define this fluetic sickness.

-Budd

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