pharmacy

we have backed ourselves into a comfortable corner. all threat has ceased and we have been reconciled to our creator. we lifted our hands of despair in a medical prayer and the prescription was fulfilled, the remedy discovered. the revolution waiting to be sparked by our pentecostal tongues was stifled by our platonic throats. my conviction belongs to the stoics in the valley below. the devil and i discuss matters of faith while the ADHD war deploys reinforcements in my chest. anorexia exposes my ribs while nervosa hunts in the forefront of my mind. i have become a stranger in my own skin. if i could bury my head any further into my hands they'd be a grave. i have withdrawn to sharpen iron bars to keep the casualties to a minimum. these safety precautions have become my cage and the crowd passes a sympathetic glance in my direction, the way they would look at wild animals trapped behind glass or indians on a reservoir. some are so ashamed that they can't even bring themselves to look. this has become too much for me to handle alone. the cap sits loosely waiting for one handfull to restore Zion.