enclosed in an orange bottle with a childproof lid, <br />tiny pills with numbers on both sides. <br />there wasn't enough time to name them. <br />life will do them justice. was it worth it or not? <br />right now is the time to rehearse suicide, <br />count them on the palm of a hand, wide open. <br />skip the counting. believing is the most important <br />in the morning light, another day closer to the <br />dawn. the feeling of every layer of consciousness <br />being peeled back, naked to the core, <br />watching closely how pupils are not changing in <br />diameter. or maybe it's time for a grand finale <br />on wrinkled sheets, with a sleepless pillow, <br />with the orange plastic bottle on the night stand<br /><br />Ivona Sophia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-thoughts/
