fever or forgotten wings |
title is a quote from a pablo neruda poem entitled "poetry" |
twenty five milligrams.
sign the small bit of paper,
i cannot read what it says,
maybe happiness is what it says?
probably not.
fifty milligrams.
you mean it isn’t working?
swallow more.
two blue pills.
one hundred milligrams.
this should work.
this should be enough.
but it is not.
more, more, more.
one hundred and fifty milligrams.
never enough.
the whole bottle.
death.
release.
