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Pill

I fight you.

I work quickly

Slowing your mind,

your limbs,

your speech.

You feel me in your veins.

The hit is wonderful.

I make you droop.

clumsy and slurring,

you stay awake,

typing, and scribbling.

Finally, finally!

You give in to my pull

And sleep.

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Written by

becka-traite

American

Published: Dec 4, 2010
LinesWords: 1446

Notes: A friend of mine requested that I write a poem from the pill's point of view from my poem, The Drugs Are Quick.

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