  Sticky sludge enclosed by tightly-corked phials,
Delivered to one benighted of how its contents will defile .
Sickly sweet scents permeate the air with temptation,
I've sipped this crud whilom ample without consolation.

  Alluvium filled bottles derived by my diagnosis
Are the guise of my memories shunned;
What had fore promised metamorphosis,
Solely Invoked a mouth spewing venom.

  Understand why I reject the request to scoff this remedy,
For I cannot face what was enshroud to protect me.
Ultimately, I pledge to appreciate the potential;
That my memories may medicate this mentality.

  For now, I'll have to allow
My tongue to lap the infections that seeps from within.
With efforts to transfigure my cowardice
Into one enlightened by the history which lay herein.