I'd open the bottle of white hollows,

rang whatever's inside on my palm,

a spoonful,

have them all stuffed in my mouth

'till they slide down my throat and eventually,

go down to my empty stomach.

I gulped it all up, stirred by the bitter aftertaste.

I still felt myself breathing and reviving.

I grabbed the bottle once again,

shook the left white pieces on my palm,

a handful,

gulped it all down my dry throat.

I felt myself engulf the hard pills,

as if smothered, my lungs shrunk to a pulp,

felt my eyes roll like football in a field,

twirled like spaghetti,

little bubbles emerging on my mouth.

Felt the doors closed,

and let myself got overdosed.