Drain

So sick of the drain
not quite pain
a bruise and a poke
a nagging finger on pulse
internal itch to scratch
slow burn, death is not fast
no blood to be lost
a choir quietly chanting
swallowing bitter pills
between meals
vomitus aftertaste

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