Meds

A pill rolled under the rug. Someone swallowed it. The man lived at one point. Then he went under the rug to rest. I decided to walk on the rug. And almost tripped. You can’t forget your meds. They grow and grow. Even when they’re hiding. Like a caterpillar. A pill crawled from under the rug. Covered in blood. The pill has no teeth. Still- Thrashing in his throat. The man under the rug. There is a man under the rug! But he died and no one believes me. Take your meds, take your meds. A pill that is blue. Or green or mean. I sat on the lump on the rug. Blood seeping through. It’s getting on my pants. I need to wash them. They don’t understand. A pill rolled over to where I was curled up. And he wondered why I was scared. It’s Sunday morning at 8:30. So I need to take my meds. I don’t know why. It’s Sunday morning at 8:34. I died very easily. Pills are like that. They kill you. Simply because it’s 8:30 am.