The Doctor, Part 7

Feel it on my fingers,
I can smell the poison
worse
than the worst
hangover sweat,

the toxins
blossom
aglow
in my nose –

I can smell
everything
wicked good,
maybe even better –

and I can tell
from the ozone of the smell
this shit,
this is
some bad juju:

I am different now,
I’m not sure
what I’m supposed to be yet
but it’s different
and while they’re making me
really sick
I think about the angry demons
in my gut,
in my liver,
I picture them
sneering, claws
embedded,
hiding inside
and I hope they get half
this hell.