benadryl haze

I have lost track of the daze

I simply float throughout the weak

Cleaning up the mess I maid

I am making myself sick

I don't know any other way. 

I traded my last five cents for cough suppressants

Sweat pores from my sticky skin

Begging me to heel before beginning again

I know nothing but numb

kneading my temple between pointer finger and thumb

I stare at the white, board out of my mind

Imagining the birds that flu over 

Leaving me behind

Nothing is fair

Apart from my ghostly complexion I hide

Half past and I still haven't eight

my declining body weights, for a site of substance 

To fill my stomach whole 

Serial breakfasts bleed into the afternoon dull 

When the knight comes

I hear the creek flowing through the door

I beg for a bedtime story to be red

Praying to escape once more

He feeds me another spoon of tarte cherry dye

And while I sleep, I am momentarily released 

from the suffocating anguish of being alive.