Pills.

Something's breaking-
I couldn't tell through
the delicate daisy chains you made
naively strewn across your chest.
Then, I remembered why I hate the
the smell of water.
You barely knew me at all.
still, I'm sitting in this hell
on hard, plastic comfort.
White pills filled every mouth with
remorse, as I stared in wonderment
at every face that had made the
journey before--
I let the soft tugs
send me off to sleep.
This release was messy.