Nurse (rushed poem).

Lapping up my scabs
my rough diseased tongue
peels it from my skin.
A light trickle of chilled blood seeps free.

Looped in limbo;
wrapped delicately
in perpetual motion
I'd rather sip from the ocean.

Bloated and weighty
I tumble up the stairs
to home;
to her...

There she waits
to pluck off my fears and anxieties.
When I tremble, she holds me warm and still.
When I fade, she tugs me to clarity.

My eyelids, once latched shut
from happiness and freedom
have been flung wide open
allowing me to view vibrance.

My thanks flow to you,
and my gratitude too.