Little white pills you dissolve in your drink

Drop them inside

And watch as they sink

Dissipation of thoughts as the pills

Break apart

They’re good for your mind, your body

Your heart

Swirl them around like a hurricane cloud

Pieces of mind

Drift away from the crowd

Floating in nothing, a womb for the dead

A muffling of voices

A balm for my head.



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