The pill I ate not so long ago

Became stale in my stomach, burning holes in my throat.

There it lingered in the acid of me,

Brushed away in waves of heat before another fell into its sea.

It became a hopeless mercy once it settled into the trove of Misery’s

things,

‘Til I call towards its aid even before it tasted like a sweetness to befall

every king.

Not long before it became a quiet, intimate affair,

A pilgrimage of sorts made to remind that there are none without doubts

of prayer.

It was within the hours where it went flat and I reluctantly withdrew,

There birthed a wonder: did its familiarity find itself in the taste of you?

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