They thought it was just anxiety,
but it was that bone, so teeny tiny,
like the smallest snail's shell.
Your cochlea, a messy, inflamed hell.
It was like all the blood in your head
was caught in a dizzying spiral.
"Do nothing," they said,
knowing that it was viral,
and the EBV would soon disappear.
So you just had to rest and wait.
But stiller seas in your inner ear
never came. They had to medicate.
And they gave you meclizine,
but it made your mouth tingle and your chest ache.
So they gave you promethazine,
but you fell down and your walls talked themselves awake.
They gave you hyoscine
and you blossomed with a crimson itch.
So they gave you Valium, which
slowed your breath
and made you think fond thoughts of death.
Nothing worked. You were a slave of vertigo,
and it held you in a swirling spiral of fear
that every step you would tip and down you would go,
all thanks to the spiral deep down in your ear.