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

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

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds