an inspiration in my drugged up state.
The Pill Glass
Calls to me, alluringly,
shimmer, sliver, shine of light,
gleam of amber bottle.
Black letter on a white form
entwine and encase my beloved.
A cap of hard resistance
mocks me,
prevents the child within,
crushes my ambition.
Lovely bottle
in your lofty heaven sit,
gaze over my sleeping form,
A gentle reminder of a choice to make in years yet to come
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