Non-Erotic Poetrywalking pharmacyMy life is filled with pill bottles
Rattling in my backpack
Swimming in my purse
Swimming in my stomach
Littering my bedside.
Tinted orange bottles with
White childproof caps
White labels and
Black text.
It's not all black and white.
It's not so simple.
Daily there are four blue pills
Two peach
Two pink and
Countless white ones.
My doctors are my drug dealers
and I am a walking pharmacy.
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