(Poetry Challenge 3)
“You should see the sun this morning!
Which pain pill do you need, it’s seven?”
The blushing-pearly roses blurry
Seemed frostbitten~
My hardcore, petulant pain, yawning
Up, down, and, across the visible inches
Of my dawn-dipped eye
While she spooned the prescription~
(Some things cannot meld by rhyming)


