Taste of Pennies

Woke up with that metal taste,

like a mouthful of old pennies,

a sour ring I couldn't shake.

The sun, already bright through the blind,

and the smell of fresh coffee downstairs

made my stomach turn and ache.

I tried to stand, felt the room sway,

a dizzy blur that wouldn't go away.

My body, a traitor, doing things

I didn't ask, pulling strings.

No appetite, just this constant dread,

a heaviness inside my head.

The mirror showed a face I didn't quite know,

skin pale, eyes a little low.

Nothing felt right, nothing felt mine,

just this insistent, awful sign.

Another morning, another day,

and the taste of copper just won't clear away.