jaheba

taking taking taking,
chasing with water,
cup after cup after cup,
but that pill seems to make a home in your throat
untill the next one takes over.
like this town filling up with crowded homes
the pills are people and there just isn’t
enough room, space, air, comfort.
As fast as a tornado would cause disaster
the pills are whiped down
they disperse in a new home
releasing their power - enclosing on your system.
it’s a fast reaction and soon its not your’s anymore.
body has been taken into the hands of;
anything and everything but that which is yours.
Tiny strings pull at your limbs forcing actions,
Fun is what I’m supposed to feel,
but in this moment I don’t even know what that means.
Furthest from comfort and safe.
Tripping on the walk from reality to no sense like new feet.

Taken from personal experience. Something I was working on for writers craft but I ended up really liking.