OverdoseA Poem by AmyI feel the cold floor against my cheek as I look up. Where am I? Next to me is a bottle of open tablets, scattered all over the ground. I grab the bottle, and see that they belong to me. I’m confused… I turn around and survey the setting. I see a bed, with clean white sheets. I hear a faint monitor beeping. There is a grey curtain that covers the other side of the room. I gather my strength to pull myself up to stand, only to feel a tiny tugging at my arm, I look down, and see that I’m dressed in a light blue hospital gown, there are cords attached to me. What is this? I begin to make the connection between the bottle of tablets, and my clothing attire. Have I been admitted for drug overdose? This can’t be, there’s no way. I rip the strings that have been glued to my body off. The monitor gradually increases in volume, to the point that it screams… beep… beep… beep… beep… beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I feel faint, vomit crawls up my throat, maybe I needed whatever juice that machine was pumping into me? My knees knock against each other, I feel so weak, I can’t stand any longer, and collapse to the ground. Tears stream down my face. I am a drug addict in denial. Game over. © 2008 AmyReviews
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