swallowing pride and a multi-vitamin

the burnt umber shade
of the rough stoney pill
is drab on the ceramic tile
of the dining room table

solitary,
carefully placed parallel
to the edge

will it leap
or wait for certain doom
to swallow it

the crashing orange
juice melting with
citric acid the bits that might
otherwise protect it from life

even its gritty surface is not enough
to catch the sides of the throat
and hold against the madness

to choke the life from the pull
towards annhilation
and rest.