Bloodletting
Drop by drop, seeking balance
Fingers scarred from the effort
Battles lost, then fought again
Dulled sense
An endless war
Bloodletting, to live another day
Bring myself back into range
Tag Archives: Diabetes
2.4
Vision blurring
World closes in on me
Imbalance of the blood
Sugar curse
Makes it hard to speak
Quick to anger
Primal rage
Inhuman strength
Then weakness
Consciousness wanes
Peach Juice
I drink the sweet nectar, though it comes not free
Everything sweet is a poison to me
Needles and skin punctured
Blood from my hands
All to keep body and life in command
Demanding daily structure
Like a pagan sacrifice to ward that devil, sugar
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