The rabbits,
rather blind
Bestowed a bottle with pills,
She swallowed years by
in embarrassment
Envious,
of everyone still with velvet hands
Whilst her own had turned to leather
The pills,
bruised her
Every whitewashed knuckle, frail now
And her spine,
Split!
Like the bitter taste of the medicine prescribed
The pills,
Robbing candy-like youth
Until the pills-
lay scattered on the floor.
Amidst the fire she lovingly mimicked before,
Only coal prevailed.
Sincerely,
THE AUTHOR
