this bottle of poland spring is
enticing me to drink it down
with all the pills laying on top
of my night drawer, a bit too
many to count.
"one more time", they scream,
"just once more. maybe this time, you will succeed. swallow me and i'll let you permanently flee."
so i go to the bathroom to fix
my face and brush my hair,
because i want to look
presentable when they finally find me there.
