poem: caffeine and ephedrine

(99 words) 14 Jan. 2018

By S.R.A. Markin

the sun has yet to rise
a cold Calgarian day and i sit in angst
my blood warms as the kettle starts
and a fever initiates

i am ready to run
but my legs
my restless legs

the movements are visceral
i sit
a beating in my chest
compensates for my lack of actions

headaches, stomach pain, and diarrhea
i leave for school on another day
much like then, and much like tomorrow
i just deal with it

i go on aimlessly
strenuous thoughts
a repeat
who am i kidding
breathe you son-of-a-bitch