28 September 2020
The whiz and whirl of the machine
startles me and makes my heart
pound in anticipation.
I cannot survive without it
the bane of my existence
if only for a moment I can
continue to see the world around me.
my tongue feels heavy and fuzzy
in its place on the roof of my mouth
as my heart pitter-patters
against my ribs.
I feel alive when it enters my bloodstream
invades me when it is no longer by my side.
I no longer have the capacity to feel sad or unparalleled anger
or the throbbing of my temples at the same time day by day.
Instead, I wait for the euphoric
bitter taste and desire to wear off
and my eyelids droop
closing the world off.
BLOG IT BABY 