Just a small drink
Your poetry here on SpunOut.
2,3,4,5 all straight back,
Gulped like a mouthful of water.
Trying to hold my senses,
I’m scared.
What have I done to myself?
I’m withering away.
Gasping for help but nobody is near.
Dance has overtaken.
Twirls of light flickering before me,
Screams and shouts I hear.
Suddenly darkness falls over me,
I’m lost within myself.
I wake with wires around me,
Mum and dad calling my name.
By: Megan Clarke
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