toxins / poetry

[all my friends are toxic]

[but so am I]

A white shelf. Rows of blank medicine bottles. You pick one off the shelf and drop it into your basket. Red. Your basket is red. The bottle falls with the sound of rain pounding against your windows, demanding to be let in.

/addiction / 19.99/

A wooden shelf. Rows of carefully labeled medicine bottles. You pick one and carefully read the price before setting it into your red basket. Red.

/overdose / 23.34/

You make your way through the winding store, picking bottle after bottle, letting them rest in your basket and clatter against each other.

Shopping for toxins is easy.

Returning them is not.

[updates on random sundays]