Losing Myself
Swallowing the gulp of pain, reminds me
about the side effects to addiction,
the side effects my own mind created.
A flame lights in my gut. Boiling with heat,
my insides black like charcoal from a pit
cooked to amuse the fluid opener.
I’ve slowly become blistered and branded
left without a beat just a hallow space.
A space only used to wrap up comfort.
Sometimes I wonder how I can still breathe
since my respiratory system’s dead.
I have to swallow again, and again
until I find the right gulp, the gulp that
will put me back together peacefully.
Copyright © Stephany Medina | Year Posted 2015
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