Medicine,
they say, eases the pain.
Is it okay, then, if I take one more pill for extra luck?
Sip, transparent liquid, with more colour to it than my face.
Pale, as a snow flake, but stubborn and alive.

It's been a while now and I feel nothing.
Shifted into a helpless dimension, I am paralysed.

More time has passed and I hear voices,
dull, monotonous, life-less screeches

"She's going to make it"

White - a complete white wash.
Thrown into life without my permission.
I've made it, but perhaps one more pill won't hurt?