Medicine

December 2015

“Smile big, give them a grin

Shoulders back and tilt your chin

Don’t look back at where you’ve been

You can’t do that once you begin

But wait a moment! Come back in!

You forgot your medicine.”

I fight as it goes down, but it wins

And I don’t wait long before it kicks in

I start to feel it under my skin

I’m stuck! I’m stuck! By a thousand pins

I start to taste the taste of gin

No, it’s blood and metal tin

I start to smell my first sin

When I dug God out of my skin

I start to see, but faces spin

I’m still to them, but not within

I start to hear an awful din

But then they play their violins

“Look at her, so nice and thin”

My lungs collapse under their rolling pin

They knock and knock, “Let us in”

But I already took my medicine