Sugar Crash Riot
Cold sweat on the floor again Thirty-two and dropping fast
(breathe, just breathe)
Vision tunnels out,
shaking in the kitchen Test strip flashing red,
fighting blurred vision
Cabinet handle clattering under my grip
Juice box straw slipping from my lip Glucose crashing while the alarms
start screaming Living on the razor wire awake and dreaming
Need the sugar, need the rise Tearing through the candy box
(hurry up, hurry up) Forty down and shaking to the bone!
Feed the blood before I drop alone!
Rip the cap off,
tear the packet wide!
Clawing back
to the other side!
(give me the ups!)
Dexcom buzzing like a siren in my pocket Eyes rolling backward deep
inside the socket Chugging synthetic
orange down my throat
Waiting fifteen minutes just to stay afloat Every single day fighting off
the dead weight
Counting out the carbs just to calibrate
Fifteen minutes pass so slow
(tic, toc, tic, toc)
Sitting on the kitchen tiles
Waiting for the line to turn...
upward
Forty down and shaking to the bone!
Feed the blood before I drop alone!
Rip the cap off,
tear the packet wide!
Clawing back to the other side!
(back from the edge!) (give me the ups!)
Eighty-five with an upward arrow
(ahhhh) Surviving another night