February 28, 2010
By Anonymous

The monster howls, victorious
the throbbing becomes worse, tortutous
I must squint at the blinding lights,eyes watering
Its spread to my shoulders now, the ache creeping
Fire 1- the Advil is shot back but the monster still roars
Fire 2- Caffeine slides down as I ramble through the drawers
Fire 3- Codine is gulped greedily and the monster yowl a promise of more wars
Sounds fade and lights blue
Sleep encloses my tarnished brain
Soon the monster will stir but if it may,
Then give me Codine for another day.

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