Poison

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I can hear it in my ears

There's a fizzing

I'm dizzy

Think I need a seat

My feet flare-up

Menacingly

They look ruby red

So I lie down instead

Put them up on the bed

And my pounding head on the cold floor

Maybe then my nerves will stop screaming

My mouth is steaming

Breathing is a chore

Manual labour

I'm sure the neighbour would scream in horror

If she ever saw me in this state

So I reach for a blanket to cover my indecency

Listen to the muffled melody

The symphony of the poison coursing through my veins

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