The Taste Of Medicine.

by Jenni Marie   Jan 25, 2016


I remember the taste of
medicine; the clinking
sound of the bottle and
the bitter taste assaulting
my tastebuds.

Gulping drop after drop, feel
the burn in the throat, the
tear drops forming as my hand
starts shaking and the glass
begins to tremble in my grip.

This is my own form of medicine
and I know...I know, that I
should know better by now.

{Medicine} isn't always helpful.

*For Andrea's Challenge.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Jenni great job.

    As you rightly put it medicine isn't always helpful, we can easily become addicted to it unfortunately.

    Em

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Jenni

    A moving and rather sad piece of poetry about the medicine that isn't the helpful kind; in this example, I presume it is about alcohol, although people can become addicted to any kind of medicine and then the consequences can be disastrous.
    "Medicine" really isn't always helpful...
    Well done on a great write and all the very best,
    Ben