Oxycodone


My body feels light
But
My eyelids are heavy
My throat is tight
And my palms, sweaty.

My heart beats steady
But
Each one could be my last
I can't stay in this reality
I like My world made of glass
Because my baby, Oxycodone
Is an offer I can't pass.
She comforts me at last
And finally I grasp
It's not reality I fear

It's the person

In the mirror.