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.
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