I mark my time in pills,
little daily doses of reality
as time slips away.
These perfectly formed pills-
a stark contrast to my life-
stamped and placed efficiently
in their perfectly formed
blister packs,
ready to be swallowed.
sometimes a girl feels
as if she's drowning
in pills, being swallowed whole
as she lays there alone.
Encased by many blankets
as her feet try -thump- to escape,
in the throes of a bad dream
little nightly doses
of terror made real
as time slips away.
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