Three little pills

Sat waiting on the shelf.

One large and round,

One long and lean,

The third more like myself.

 

Three little pills

Content to watch

As I fill the glass with water.

“Take me!”

“No, me!”

They begin to shriek.

I rarely have an order.

 

Three little pills,

So light, so bright,

The truth lies behind their masks so white.

Each tiny speck

A chink of chain around my neck.

A deep breath.

I reach out.

Continuing the fight.