Red and White Pills By Allison Toomer
Every morning I take Those red and white pills Some mornings they take their claws And climb out of my mouth, And I spit out my water over the sink Some mornings they slide down my throat With the copper drink I call liquid gold It is possible to calm this beast Once it is down, though, It shakes me wild, howling at the moon And tearing at my inside mind While leaving me dry and void Of the very thing that gives me life The only reason I keep this beast Is to tame the beast inside me And if I fight fire with fire, I can come out alive
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