Coping Addictions

By: Isabelle Morgan

How do you quantify luck

Full of

Running from a fucking spout

Or shit out of

Born with the bad 

Plugging the hole in your ass

Karma is a faith

Just like heaven is a race

One you believe 

And the other is fake

When do your chances run out

Is luck a limited stock

Or does your supply

Rely on something 

Ridiculous like the 

Warmth of your gate

The space you give for grace

Or barricade in all your hate

I don’t know

And I don’t believe anyone who

Only eats of one plate

Or maybe it’s nothing more

Then the blows you can remake

And the angle you tilt

To reanalyze the shape

So much shame

Why are we pretending

Like this isn’t already Hell

Humans chose the separation 

between right and wrong

The loudest one changes

And “bad” alters in every song

Someone tell me

What is the fucking difference

Between someone singing off-key

And someone just trying to belong