A/B
in my dreams I see them
neat. snow white. perfectly halved
perfection discs
I tell myself ‘you are dreaming’
but I don’t care. I reach desperately for
shiny foil blister packs
foil mental armour
so pliable, so gullible
pop goes the blister pack
pop pop pop
and suddenly it is raining pills
real rain is pouring now - water rain
no more pills
I am in a milky swamp. I cry milky tears.
thoughts spilling out my eyes.











