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Jul 2011
And with these pills in my hand,
I know I have power.

Five little blue pills
Could mean anything:
Sleep as dark,
But as peaceful,
As a coma
Where I do not even dream.
Or a slumber I may not wake up from.

I have power,
If just tilt back my head
And toss these little blue pills into my mouth
As though if they were coins
And it was a wishing well.

If I washed them down,
All five at a time
Would tomorrow fade
Just like my consciousness?

Would my world be shoved into a little dark box
And hidden in the corners of the attic?
And then go up in flames
In the house
It hid
Or had been hidden?

I stand there and wonder
How something so powerful
Was smaller than my fingertips.

How something so powerful
Could be simply swallowed like food.

How something so powerful
Could sit there in your medicine cabinet,
And watch you as you ate breakfast,
Or as you brushed your teeth.

How there were hundreds of thousands
Of little blue pills like this
In your local supermarket or drugstore,
Sitting there on the shelves,
Their power charging as they waited
Like predators
For innocent you to buy a bottle of them
And swallow
One too many.
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