Prescription

Is it weird I want to feel you again 

Maybe because it's so wrong 

My grandfather asked me, "How is your health going?"

"My cough is better"

"Not that health, Alexandra"

2 PM 25 mg of Risperidone

Crushing

It was comforting to feel your fingers laced on my neck 

Strapped tight 

Writing an essay to put an end to this semester

Have to plan my medication around my schedule 

ER Holiday Party at 5 PM

7 PM 50 mg of Risperidone

What a high

Is there a place where my kind goes after we die

My hippocampus is dying as we speak 

Michael texts me to tell me he likes the idea of me 

So did my vagina 

He knows about me 

I wonder if he likes the idea of my mania coming out at night 

11 PM 75 mg of Risperidone

F**k yes

Tell me I'm yours again 

Drain the over-flowing fluid 

Hang me dry 

On your bed 

Just tell me I can die 

And I will

Reviews

[Chryiss]

I somehow missed seeing the title, so I didn't not foresee where this was going and was rather surprised. The use of doses after a stanza were a nice touch. Without words describing it, the doses which increased and were later at night emulated a sort of spiral or falling in deeper. The ending as well left me unsettled, but in a good way as it made me ponder.
Writing about this sort of topic can be difficult (I couldn't at least), so I applaud you for making this piece unnerving and raw in a compelling way.