Your words are Ambien.
In the early rounds, they landed
like gauntlet punches;
put me on my knees.
Drama by a thousand cuts -
Hot tears before each curtain call.
Black alchemy from your strawberry lips,
worked and wore me away
from the inside.
Soon I was gone,
replaced by empty armor.
With nothing left to protect
they bounce off like pebbles.
my cauliflowered ears hardly hear.
Your words are ambien.
I close my eyes and breathe.
As Rachna says above on Erika's post, there's an underlying turbulence here. Or is it overlying? The last two lines soothe, tho.