angel white tablets in transparent bottles,

stamped with numbers I don't bother to know,

labelled with words too long for me to read,

twisted caps concealing the stale air within.

...

open the top to the countless pills inside,

their perfect appearance so deceiving,

whispering promises of happiness to me,

artificial in every aspect of their existence.

...

bland, but familiar on my tongue tonight,

washed away with ice water again,

my teeth aching at the intense cold-

this sad routine so automatic now,