How it feels:
Fingers clawed
Quasimodo reborn
Who needs a spoon when the
Tremors stir the tea in my cup?
You could consider it a silver lining
Every nerve is on fire
It burns like napalm frostbite
Even through sweat slick palms
Pharmaceuticals be damned
I fucking hate taking them.
Stabbing myself in the eye
Would bring quicker relief
But that means effort
And I like my eye
So I’ll wait.
©MelanieMcCurdie2016
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