Eraser

I'm on some steep sloped tube
Running in and out of my nose
Our love is the comforting tool with which I've used to enslave you
I've noticed the amount of medication has grown...
Never took them before. Bad reaction. Was afraid for you
Boot heels drive into the fertile land
Wet from rain. Wet soil smell. Morning sickness
Nausea. I'm scared, I've fallen
I'll catch myself on a steep angle
Coming in fast, like a flash of light
I draw your name on my arm and touch it at night