Add Vice

Order.
Square the corners—
Every item carefully in

Place.
One designated position,
A delineated linearity,

Mandated.
Each spot is marked boldly,
brightly—carefully posited

Perfection.
Straightening away crooked
Curvatures of calamity, impelled

Correction.
Confirmed convention decries
conformed intervention through

Agency.
Investigation is unnecessary—
Questioning, inquisition add

Vice.
Be advised: structure provides only
Constrictive restriction—strangling

Ingenuity.
Exercise caution—commanded
Reservation catastrophically quells

Chaos.

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Prescribed:

One metal pill,

Take once and

Make the pain

Disappear.

 

It lusters, glistening

In her palm — her

Potent and promised

Penultimate relief.

 

She fumbles about

As shaking hands

Force the pill in —

A soft click.

 

Tears stream down

Her face, as she

Tilts her head back,

Prepared to swallow.

 

A soft click —

The pill goes down

Hard. Her body

Shudders and stills.

 

Soft relief washes

Down from her head

To her shoulders —

A rush of red.

 

Trickling down the

Corner of parted lips,

The pain leaves her;

It seeks out a new host.

 

Transplanted, the ache

Inhabits the minds and

Souls of those she loved,

A constant reminder.

 

The hollow echo of

Her voice, silently booms

No guaranteed relief

Available — try again later.

 

Stinging eyes, red from

Bitter tears — the color

Drained away — darken,

Cloud with despair.

 

Satisfaction guaranteed,

But never specified.

Displacement assured

And always magnified.

 

Desire precluded

By simple action —

Indomitable reverb;

Indescribable recoil.

 

 

I wish I could do more than

Merely reanimate your memory.

I wish you would have realized:

Pain never dies; it is transferred

In the wake of sadness and despair,

In the midst of sorrow and loss,

Under the dark shadow of longing.