Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
A taste of my own medicine, Incites a spasm, Convulsion, Remembrance, The pill was sudden, Hard to swallow, And it stung the whole way down, My antidote became my venom, And an old color was spilled, A scar torn open, No regrets. -May 24th 2013
0
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
Pharmacy
A taste of my own medicine, Incites a spasm, Convulsion, Remembrance, The pill was sudden, Hard to swallow, And it stung the whole way down, My antidote became my venom, And an old color was spilled, A scar torn open, No regrets. -May 24th 2013
jackledead
Written by
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem