Little Pill
by Capital· from Givers Takers
Put a little pill under your tongue. You ingest the medicine it's a candy coated pain disguised as fun. Put a little idea in your brain. You mull it over for hours and hours, it just doesn't fit, you can't acquit. This home is made of sticks ad stones and fear. You don't go back. Because it's not safe, and there's no one there, and it's not safe in the poison air. Pulling up the road where we use d to live. There's a fucking crater where it blasted up our street, and through your hair. And it's in your brain, and it's in your brain. Don't go, because it's not safe. A warning label draped across an open space. And it's hard to hold what you can't take.You find yourself calling out to God, and you feel fake. Jet stream across a winter sky, coughing as he said goodbye. Paperwork and forms to file. Stamping, sealing every pile.