Making the Cough Better
Just step up to the cabinet
Even though it is hard
For you
Right now.
Look past the pain killers—
Heaven knows you could use them
For your aching skin
And pounding head—
But no!
Your cough-ripped lungs
Like tattered soldiers call you on
To find that vial of stuff
Which, when drunk, would seem to kill
With the taste.
But, think, to the dying the bitter tastes sweet
But you are not dying!
You just have a cough,
SO carry on in your quest.
Aspirin, no! Benadryl, no!
And then you see it, glowing red
Like the life-flowing blood inside you.
Drink (it scrapes you as it slides down)
Sleep.
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