Morphine

There is a fire beneath my skin
and the walls bend when I walk
like the sea secretly seethes
beneath my feet

A bitter tang on tongue
my flesh prickling
and begging to be scratched
perhaps I took a bath
in pool of head lice
without knowing

I ache still beneath
the onset of drowsy relief
that at least gives me the power
to sleep
if not much else
(I should be grateful
I don’t work with heavy machinery)

It’s 6am and the day
will soon be lost to all kinds of hazes
none of them wanted or self-inflicted
though unfortunately paid for
because pain is not something
anyone can indefinitely endure
and the sooner it is over
the sooner I can leave
this wretched drug behind

© Indie Adams 2014
9-9-14
30 Day Poetry Challenge Day 9