Challenging Poetry

diabetic ketoacidosis

the night before the ICU,
where I awoke with sugared veins
to worried faces,
I dreamed of blood and corpses
and fire and acid,
and stumbled into the kitchen
at midnight
for water (lots of water,
begging for more water),
and lay to rest—just
for a moment—
on the cool floor.

Prompt: short poem based on a dream