Slugs Slide

by Sam M. Phillips

I need a few days to heal,

To lead to new ways to deal

With what is real

And what is fake,

I cannot take

Drugs anymore,

Slugs slide raw

Across my exposed brain,

Cross rows of pain—

.

Strain repeated again

As pathways light

Every day and night,

Need to set things right,

Feed the rings that might

Lead to a rewiring

Before I’m expiring,

Inspiring new hope

Away from dope.