There were moments in which it would implore,
You stop suffocating it to a bore.
The medication always put it in its place,
Shackling it so it may not rear its horrid face.
But it eventually came up with a trick,
That would make you think best,
Yet you would only end up sick,
Though perhaps it was a test.
It convinced you the more you swallowed,
The less it would speak, the less you would wallow.
So you shoveled the capsules into your mouth,
But halfway through you felt a doubt.
You heard it's laugh, you heard its cackle,
And soon you knew you let it out of its shackles.
You couldn't stop, you swallowed more,
And your body washed up on a quaking shore.
Copyright © Maria Cherub | Year Posted 2016
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