Flash Fiction & Poetry
The Need for Rest
Rolled out and saw dawn’s bright grey, one spin from dizzy
Walked to the living room lit a cig, took two drags, nearly puked
Slight static tingle morphed to full on aura that zapped my entire nervous system
Nature’s own electroconvulsive therapy
Thankful for fortitude to let the dog out in boxer briefs no less
Collapse on couch until the anxiety of calling in overwhelms
Light and sound singe the nerves to my stomach signaling a process not unlike a washing machine cycle.
Let all the right people know that I will not be there
Pop a Klonopin, two Lamictal, follow with a tall Pizza Express cup of ice water
Collapse again, pull the Martha Stewart comforter over my head, pray for silence
Sleep for ten hours
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about 1 month ago
rinse. repeat. i like this.