Mdma Poem by L'Angley S Delmonte

Something's sinking
Something's swaying
Something's throbbing
Everything is spinning
In the right direction

First paper
Then oil-
Gasoline, maybe
Then melted eyes

Oversensitivity

Mind clearing voice
Ebbing, eddying

Sun captured under tin roof
Mouth swimming
Hands sunken
Their shadows dark to the
Bright in the corner

Confined
Incarcerated
Let me out

Pull the handle
Snaps back like a gunshot

Words fading in and out
In another language, saying
Happiness, here