Poem #710

a vice gripping my vagina
white-black rips the edge of my vision
it’s been building the whole time
I shove pills in my mouth
chasing them with scalding water
please, make this work
I gulp another one for good measure
the light turns green
the car slugs home
every position is pain
until the medicine creeps in

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