Doctor’s orders
swallow the bitter pill,
taste the medicine
on the way down.
bathe in the grey,
but don’t cry when you drown.
one last breath,
it’s not an ultimatum.
dance with death,
hum its ghostly rhythm.
scream for the thrill,
but don’t wake the town.
for it’s not often they stay,
not with you around.
face the empty chair,
you know why they’re gone.
wave to the air,
you’ve always been withdrawn.
meet at the top of the hill,
where the stars meet the ground.
you’re one left turn away
from never being found.
wish sweet dreams for the moon,
those bed bugs always bite.
get well soon,
it’s supposed to rain tonight.
Abby Wright is a senior entering her fourth and final year on staff for The Central Trend, and second year as Editor in Chief. She values art, Spotify...