|Tuesdays Slice of Life|
She takes a sip of water
but the pills still stick in her throat,
taking her back in time
to when she could hardly stay afloat.
No treasure at the end of her rainbow.
Pills: White, pink, yellow, blue, and green.
She didn't bother with a white flag
while surrendering to an enemy unseen.
Done with just existing.
Stuck between the dead and the living.
Hell must be better than this.
Maybe her God will be forgiving.
Resigned to her fate
until a forceful entity snapped her back.
A slap across the face.
He took no time to think, just react.
Two fingers down her throat.
No glamourous, romantic scene.
Saving her life on the bathroom floor.
It was anything but serene.
Wrenched back to the present
with the bile that is rising fast.
Memories of a different self
filled with hatred unsurpassed.
Everything is so different now.
She has learned to be human again.
With doctors and meds, she's winning the fight.
But this is not the battle's end.