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It hurts

Like little hot pricks

From a dirty needle

Into my temple

Where I flinch in pain

My hands jump

My legs

My face

Won't stop twitching

Convulsing

Without my consent

Air is pumped into your lungs

As the paramedics hold your hand

Talk to you in that soothing voice

As your eyes drop back into sleep

Your body shudders

Reaching into your throat

To make yourself retch

Push those impurities out

I can't feel anything but cotten

In my mouth

We shove for control of the tap

Which holds sweet water

We hold hands as we look

Look at our friends

They keep asking questions

How much?

Of what?

How fast our hearts beat

Twice normal speed

I don't remember two seconds ago

Two words ago

They've disappered into another world

It's so different here

Where time seems to dip and sway

Into irrelevance

You once did coke

What was it like

You don't want to talk about it

Right now

You whisper

I've never seen you afraid before

And I've known you as long as I've known myself

We are told to go to sleep

So we try

But I can't stop wanting to fix things

Right now

Even though I can't

And everyone else is in tortured sleep

What am I supposed to do

How am I supposed to face

The people that saved us

I've lost their respect forever

I remember I prayed

Even though I forgot what I was saying

A dozen times

And I stumbled round once more

To kiss you all goodnight

I crawled the ladder to bed

Where the morning only left me in sobs

As my body unwilligly flinched

In dismay at what I'd done