Bitter Cure

Bright lights rise and consume the world,
as an uncomfortable warmth wraps
like arms unable to comprehend rejection,
followed by the taste of metal
in a room where spinning voices
echo from the bare walls with stains.
Feet struggle with legs to keep the head
above the ground where it longs
to drown, yet fears to fall,
desperate shuddering, empty strength.
Thoughts are swallowed in turmoil,
hidden behind exhaustion and a cup
filled to the brim with bitter cure.


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