Sunday, September 30, 2012

Ativan

Ativan
 
The chalk taste swells under my tongue,
glides around to the back of my mouth,
dissolving instantaneously.
 
Lay still my heart slows
and my hearing alert,
to the ever so soundless night.
 
A numbness swallows my body
and my eyelids uncontrollably droop.
 
A tingling sensation in my head,
I melt even further to the surrounding sheets,
enveloping my body.
 
My heart slows to a steady beat,
with an intoxicating rhythm,
of the slow rise and fall of my chest.
 
Fighting my thoughts further
and further away from this moment,
I am almost distant enough to fly off and forget.

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