amphibi.us

Child safety
twist caps.
Locked away.
are those pretty sulfur coated nightmares.

I do not know if I want to feel
like Alice, constantly growing big and small.

Some will make me dull.
Some will bring me back down,
turning me into a slave.

Grey blobs?
They all swallow,
they all pop.
Even junkies need,
but resent their junk.

Water,
cool
refreshing.

Silent protests from my throat.

Gulp.
Gulp it down.

Silent reassurances and
mental countdowns.
Thirty maybe
fifteen minutes until
equilibrium.

Aliments
washed away in a swirl of stomach acid,
and what they tell me will help.

Take one,
five or
one hundred.
Medicate.
Saturate.

Looking into a mirror
I want to see me,
not a pill.

White coats,
white bottles and
black thoughts.

Recap bottle and twist.
Locked away.

Locked into
sucked into,
parasitic pills.

© Kyle Brett, 2010