the narration inside complains
drink some water, you faint now.

yes body, i know.
im doing the best i can.

still entrenched in the comforts of sleep, I roll over and
am unconscious again within seconds
but all too soon
(hour and a half, tops)
i  awake again.

Leave the blankets on the bed,
my narrator commands,
as if i have some choice.
tripping and stumbling as my vision goes
dark, falling darker with
bursts of teal to
brighten up the gloom.
I make it to the bathroom
just in time to collapse,
cradling myself with  clammy hands
while the narration,
cruel and obsequious,
sings a reminder of fragility,
when the unknown wakes me in the night, body raining sweat
and surfacing suddenly on the duvet,
stripped, I curl
around myself
water, now
the narration commands, before you slip away again,
laughing as i desperately suckle  at salvation, that
plastic portable ****.

When it is empty
the hollowed bottle bounces off the wood floor.
I am asleep before the nausea pulls me under.

one month, body, only a month more.
im doing the best i can.