The Writers' Circle

Pills inside my flesh-colour bra
I have more pills than breasts.
One, two, three, four -
STOP NOW, PLEASE:
remember what happened, 
that time when you took more?
A pair of hours spent at my desk,
trying to revive my brain.
Time used up and thrown away
with the ruined paper on the floor;
'I know what will help,'
is what I hear myself say
through a mouthful of sharp-tasting pills.