FEATURE | DRUGS Written by Hirimaia Eketone (they/them) | @hiri_music | Contributing Writer
awaken to the piercing bees
a steady rhythm to keep you sane
death scrapes your skin as you shiver
shaking through dreams of uncertain victors
strapped down by nothing more than the haze
you peer hopelessly through the pō as the stars vibrate
cool to the touch, no lesser than breathing
tongue tied, mouth dry, awake
Tūwhitia te hopo, mairangtia te angitū
eliminate the negative, accentuate the positive
the grass feels scratchy, your ngakau heavy
falling through a rabbit hole Alice couldn’t navigate
he iti e hoa stay hidden, cautious
nestled into your arm like a crutch
the clouds above shimmer with the essence of rā
your feet start to walk amongst
a crowd of contenders, joyfully sidelined
breath foggy as you lead through the room
broken hallways tipping, littered in whetū
Papatūānuku smiling down from above
“Hey, it’s time for your morning meds. I’m just going to check your vitals, anything I can get you?”
The bees aren’t buzzing. My iv lays forlorn, a whisker away from an uneven tempo.
Alice wakes from her slumber in wonderland, I question why she ever left.
I shake my head and tip my head back.
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