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  • Physical Effects

June 01, 2024




The rush of blood  

Can be felt throughout 

Knees are a dud 

Makes the victim want to shout


The slight tremor of the finger  

Matches the twitch of the eye 

Can't tell if they are a thinker or a drinker 

No one wants to pry


Thoughts race almost as fast as the blood 

The stomach has nothing to churn 

Yet the nausea continues to bud 

Every thought of consuming makes them squirm


The thoughts are evil and mean 

But the victim can do nothing to stop their brain 

If only there was a vaccine  

To stop the self-inflicted pain


Little can be done 

To ease the persistent aches  

None can outrun  

These high end stakes