Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Twilight stared at the bottle
She'd taken the whole thing
No more being coddled
What wonders that would bring

She felt herself slip away
Darkness filled her eyes
This would be the day
She said her goodbyes

She was being carried
Twilight didn't know what it was
Was she being ferried?
She let out a cuss

Light filtered in
The ceiling was white and plain
She listened to the hospital din
She'd have to try again