He found his happiness
in an orange-tinted bottle with a child proof lid
popping his meds and his precious endorphins
holding them closer than family
but nobody thought he was addicted
until the day he ran out

Raging like a caged animal
swears foaming at the mouth
his nails turned to claws
scraping at the bottle
tearing his tormented skin

Shards of insanity mixed with plastic
flew around the room
squeezed to pieces
squeezed the life out
his chemical body craves
those 90 mg pills
more than it will ever crave
Sanity

(c) Copyright 2016 Joania Hernandez

“I am 16 years old, I have been published in two Anthologies and have loved writing since the day I could hold a pen.”