The old medicine cabinet
perfumed by medicated soaps
bargain hairspray
the hardening plastic
of ancient band-aids.
Shelves once lined
with importance
(big pills for arthritis,
little ones: blood pressure)
now sparsely populated
like a desert town.
The drugs and
their promises of eternal life:
gone.
Wrapped tight in black plastic
trash bags
at the bottom of a dumpster
with the other worthless things.
Friday, August 13, 2010
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I was at my Grandma's looking throuhg some stuff. I think that it's interesting how medication promises so much and in the end we all just die anyway. I don't like the desert town line, but I needed something there.
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