no, it is not me

May 19, 2006 14:12

No, it is not me who
lives inside these bottles of pills.
It is some tiny creature
perhaps a mouse.
Sheltered inside, curled up
fetal

bones twisted
lives inside these bottles of pills.
It is some tiny miracle
perhaps a curse.
Hallowed inside, mangled up
fibrous

diseased tissue
lives inside these bottles of pills.
It is some tiny hell
perhaps fatal.
dying inside, clenched up
forever
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