Dysphoria

Drink a cup, swallow a gem,
drag through a day of
pebbles, rocks and
boulders until I've
fallen off
the cliff-

Fallen into a current of
cold, rigid, rushing water.

Pull me ashore, help
me spit water,
live a little,
cry away.

Remembrance of the day
is fuzzy but null.
Kiss thy lips and
I will giggle.

Not a care in the world,
spin around in circles,
until months later,
the gem that is
the rock is
found high
in the
mountains.

Drench my body in black light,
give me the strength
to fight this fight.