today,
feels like a bad drug.
one of those bitter pills
that won't kick in.
i'm in the air,
gently powdered on the couch.
when i've given up on the pill,
i take another one.
today,
i am dust.
just after swallowing,
the first one pick me up.
this dust,
it is mites.
today,
makes me sick.
i'm sprinkled on my bed.
knock me out,
put me to sleep.
this dust,
it is dead skin.
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