Tasty Orange pills

Drug of choice, within my reach

Tiny Fingernails

Heavy with bright red polish

 

 

Walls of my refuge

Icy, comforting plaster

Waiting to be stripped

Stripped of their velvet

 

 

Scalding and dripping

Candles left amaranth trails

Proof of their burning

Sweet grit in my mouth

 

...Baby Aspirin.

 


Baby Aspirin

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