Dry white pills rattle
in their dark green chamber.
Large and hard and pure,
they leave soft dust
where they clack together.
The cap spins free easy
when I fumble the bottle
and they trip eagerly
into my hand, so that
I must select my savior.
It takes hold of my muscles
and releases their grip on me,
fills my hanging head with its
whiteness rather than my red,
and gives my grinding teeth peace.
It ushers in sleep,
who has circled at the door,
smooths the sharp edges
of my breath in the
darkness, and tucks me in.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Dry white pills rattle
in their dark green chamber.
Large and hard and pure,
they leave soft dust
where they clack together.
The cap spins free easy
when I fumble the bottle
and they trip eagerly
into my hand, so that
I must select my savior.
It takes hold of my muscles
and releases their grip on me,
fills my hanging head with its
whiteness rather than my red,
and gives my grinding teeth peace.
It ushers in sleep,
who has circled at the door,
smooths the sharp edges
of my breath in the
darkness, and tucks me in.
