Swallowing pills

There was that bad after taste

on my tongue

where the pills sat before the water came

to rinse and wash down tid-bit, coloured rounds.


That bad after taste I blame

on the whiff

where cigarettes burn on my wrist and scorched

to mark down one monumental event.


This after taste cannot be torched


where cracks emerged I covered with my soles

and slipped right through into the rabbit hole.