Norma (Head Rush)

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I put my head under the water as it runs cold

in some futile attempt tasting distinctly

of oreos and lime juice and cheese pizza

to quell the nausea that comes with

the daily remembrance of your last inhale.

And I hold my breath, feeling the air trapped in

my lungs like some sort of twisted jail cell,

closing my eyes, and welcoming the head rush.

 

 

- for Norma, forever in my heart

 

  • Author: hannah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2020 18:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: I think this poem feels more natural when read aloud.
  • Category: Reflection
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