Pills

Written by: Allison Ballard

Cold white seeds
planted new in me, burried
deep in this broken heart
in the cracks of light through
a navy sky
 
my body is sick for them
after each popping swig
and the late nights
of my forever shaking shoulders
 
I will need them again, and what they build
when I think on your brown eyes
which love so fiercely 
and move so easily
 
when I think on your hands 
which taste the air like flames,
so earnestly
So desperately, I'm singing
collaging my life
stringing lights around my own eyes
 
Asking, 
Can't you see your own reflection?
I've always been here