There is a pile of orange bottles
wrapped neatly with stickers
indicating what lies under the
child-proof caps any child can get through.

Stabilizers, anti-depressants, sleep aids
emergency medicines when the loose
grip I have slips too far away.
and the voice saying take them all, it’s ok.

I want it all, feeling the madness take over
after years of being caged
the bittersweetness burns along my tongue
clenched tightly between my teeth

It’s stopping the scream awaiting release.
I know you see pitiful, the sorry is burning your eyes
reducing me even further
before your words and touch drive me further on