I gobble them up quickly.
I swallow one after another.
My throat is dry but
I force them down.
These little white
and pink pills fill me
with extreme feelings
of euphoria.
Which
only comes before
the tolling of my
euthanasia bell. ending
doesn't seem so bad
after all, consider
how fucked up this
pearl has become.
contracting esophagus
pushes down a pink
pill. lazy eyes drooping
as sleep settles in. right
before consciousness slips
through my fingers
like the yolk
of my life.
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