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yo where did those secret medicines go
they dove where all medicines end up my friend
pills swam into the palm of your grubby hand
as you conducted a faux swallow
sometimes hurt outhugs numb
dr. bigshot took a pew over the phone
as she rattled off jargon and cant
ya see that’s why the antidepressants and anxiolytics
didn’t do nothin’
well how do I fix it doc
ya gotta kill the sickness mah friend
kill it good with 100 mg daily
you snatched that pill bottle like there was no tomorrow
a month later and you were dumping remedies
down the drain like nasty candy
they went to the sewers
a dog was born somewhere and you snared him
he was anxious and you were anxious
and y’all cured each other over the pandemic
sweet flaxen pup of curly pounds
chock-a-block full of yips
and angled like a torpedo
you didn’t like him at first
then you warmed up to this new fella
then his spine got snapped by two filthy hounds
and you tried not to snivel like your fam
his parched dust found a packaged abode
on the shelf between the chawan and ceramic turtle
before he became paralysing
and you threw your dog’s ashes to gaia
they went to the winds
you slept soundly knowing your wardens oversaw you
their half-tang hilts and 5-inch blades
and their chic motific sheaths
you scored them online awhile ago
for a failed cosplay of a double-daggered vagabond
your cherished oc
the knives perched as harmless decor
until your visions started
you cradled your savours in the closet at night
because if those whispers took form
boy howdy were they in for a rude awakening
unfortunately your folks found
their kiddo swiping at darkness
and confiscated your stalwart protectors
they went to the dumpsters
you don’t go looking for them
because honestly why would you
you’re living life guilt-free (in theory)
with countertops piled high with soluble treatment
with another snapper stealing your suffering flip-flops
with the happy absence of nicking tools
with unblemished thoughts
dude you’re all hooked up on medicines
so why do they keep disappearing?
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