The Remedy Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Tears could no longer suffice
my pain
Cutting is what everyone does-
a fad,

so liquid fire was the last
option.

Shot after shot the pain
slowly ebbed
hairs prickled on end as
my throat seared,

But I ignored the pain and
kept going.

My pain finally doused with
the remedy
Numb from the pain
I soaked in the tempting waters.

Tolerance built up
The remedy yeilded
to suffice,

Now I'm back to
tears and blood.