You crinkled the foil of pain medication
to turn back the clock, or make it disappear.
You said it's not worth it anymore
and shoved down the pretty little pill.

Your blithe expression, your nonchalant eyes
made you believe you would be reborn.
But I haven't heard of any signs of rebirth or revival
in that ceasing heart of yours.

And the celerity of this motion
of swallowing a pill,
is followed by a a draft of ***
to double the quick and painless death to come.

Death cannot be undone.