Alarm

Drugs, maybe?

The broken pills taste bitter on the tip of her tounge
They'll taste better when their effects have begun
She struggles to get them down
And when she does she crawls into her bed
Resting her weary head on a pillow stuffed with feathers


In a Virginian summer blaze
The heat forces its way through the room
But she pulls the covers up
And over her sweltering body

She just hopes it goes like a dream
That you lose whilst waking willfully
But a voice in the back of her head
Tells her it will be like an alarm in her ear screaming


Screaming
Yelling
Shouting
Piercing
The pills taste bitter
Screaming
Yelling
Shouting
Shrieking
The voices haunt her


Eyes in her head
Farther back than her thoughts
She copies the shouts ringing in her mind
The voices that her ears thought they caught
But is this a dream or is this reality?


The broken pills swallow hard down her scratched throat
The water does nothing to soothe her shattered hope
She struggles to keep them down
And when she does she huddles in the corner
Resting her reddened face in her desert-dry palms


In a Virginian lazy storm
The sound forces its way through the room
But she pulls her ears away
And hides from the malicious thunder

She feels it go just like a dream
One she tries but can't shake willfully
As a voice in the back of her head
Screams like a banshee caught in the burning sun


Screaming
Yelling
Shouting
Piercing
She's forgetting
Screaming
Yelling
Shouting
Shrieking
Every little thing


The alarm coos quietly
Sweetly, lovingly
The confusion falls apart
The pieces in order
The voices withdrawn
The medicine cabinet hangs open
A dream gone wrong

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[ilurvekinilaw]

"The alarm coos quietly/ Sweetly, lovingly". I loved that line. Psychedelic poem this is. However, while throughout the poem, I felt that it was prosaic in some places. Or maybe it's just me.