The Pill
She is small and elongated – capsule couching the deep-seated hurricanes of your heart. She hails from medicine mothers and Martians alike, feels like beads of a rosary at your fingertips.
She is split into two colors. One half is orange and the other is white – two halves of your fractured whole.
She is centuries of claims for happiness and how this can all go away if you just followed the right instructions. She means you sought professional help (despite being a problematic professional yourself).
She is pink. She is red or blue. Your colorblind lover asks which of her you placed into your mouth. You swallow before answering.
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