Dawn bleeds across the sky,
Heedlessly ripping deep nights hue and cry,
Below the girl stirs,
Simultaneous to the devils purr,
“Damn, another day…”
…with no parley
The lancet stabs,
Done in habit…yet the pain still grabs,
14.3, 12.1, 10.6, 17.8,
These numbers condemn,
An onslaught to her mind, nothing to them,
“I can’t live like this.”
She wonders ‘what if?’- pointless to reminisce
Injecting…play the insulin game,
Let’s lower the high and take away the shame,
The world shifts, hands tremor…oh shit,
A low is calling…drags her down to the pit,
“Hush Jellybean baby”
Momma’s gonna buy you a chronic maybe
…maybe 50 years
No, she thinks. On her terms death will appear,
No…no sweet death for her,
They shake heads- hell you will incur!
She smiles.
3 comments
Nice!
Thank you.
Amazing