she became dizzy as her head swirled with the yellow pills on her sweaty palm and could not decide whether to swallow them or be swallowed by them
in fact she wondered if they were the pills prescribed by her unfeeling doctor or, in her desperation, the stars she grasped from the sky last night
last night she kept telling her doctor what she needed was love not pills but he just stood there with a cunning smile take these, he said, you’ll feel better in the morning
in the morning the room grew even darker and more empty, she could hear echoes of her own heartbeats or, were they heartbeats of the room banging her head with all its walls
scattering in the night sky the yellow pills swirled faster and faster like shooting stars