Refitting
Location
Head fuzzy, eyes weak
everything’s too sharp and loud
my hands are steady but inside i’m shaking
and i feel too big to fit in this puny broken mortal body
'i'm not immortal' , i think, seeing my actions not from my eyes
"this has got to stop" my mouth can’t quite form the words
i mumble an excuse and slip away to the bathroom
and there i find my escape - little pills in bottles
that no one notices disappearing faster
6 or 7 and a swig of water do the trick
i leave, still too big, and wait
my mind is no longer fuzzy
i can speak and think again
my hands shake and shake
but inside i am still