The dizziness overwhelms

And she finds it hard to take a step


Not ready to let go of the banister to

Stand on her own two feet


The nausea comes next

In waves


Sort of like pregnancy

But there’s nothing to look forward to here


Like the smell of a newborn

Cuddled in her arms


Just the loneliness surrounding

And the palpable metallic taste


That comes and goes in her mouth

Reminding her she’s made of flesh and blood


Reminding her what she puts in must

Find release, somehow


The healing will come, with time,

But withdrawal is a different beast altogether


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