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A Bitter Taste (To Match My Bitter Spirit)

My fingers are powdered with vitamin C residue

as I place the smal pill on my tongue

and taste the bitter thing

with buds eager for something strong and overpowering

...too strong...

and the taste matches my mood

with tangy, heavy shock

I swallow it in hopes that it will help

with my swollen bronchial... whatever...

I finger the bottom of the bottle

for a second pill

2 left...

2 to go...

2 to overload my body with it's immune health properties

more powder on my fingers

I **** it off in a mindless manner

as only a bitter stillness has taken me over this morning

eyes still swollen

from the night of crying before

...more powder from the bottom

I need more of that bitter taste

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malia-kay-lewis
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Published
Apr 8, 2010
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