Lost was the

Message in a bottle

Of Prozac

When prescription turned into

Manslaughter

In her manic state

Michelle Carter

Couldn’t read Coco’s

SOS

Believing death

the answer

To his distress

But all he needed was an

Ear not an end

Because he was afraid

Instead of throwing a lifeline

She sent him a text to

Get back in

the

F CK

And the generator was generous

That day in the truck.