The pill bottle

A Poem by Christina

The pill bottle

with the blue lid,

The pill bottle that meant

nothing as a kid.

The pill bottle I stare at

as I force myself to eat.

The pill bottle that haunts me,

even in my sleep.

I'd never touch it but

don't be surprised if I do.

The pill bottle after all,

is still deciding how good it can be.

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Yes, a pill for every occasion, funny how such a small thing can have such a great hold on us.

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Added on September 10, 2021
Last Updated on September 10, 2021

Just a girl who likes writing even though isn't good at it. I'm working on my writing skills, hope to do better. more..

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