Poem Medecine

Sometimes I wonder if I use poetry as a crutch To my emotions broken limbs As if poetry is an outpatient outlet for my informative formalities Passive aggressive tendencies Rhyme disease My apologies, I seem to forget the apostrophes Like symbolic catastrophe Heartache rhinoplasty Augmentation of my weaknesses I contain in my vial the audacity Squirting literary illness on healthy bodies and souls Because we're all dying, And just trying to stay beautiful -Jess