Vitamins—
pink chalk coating my teeth
in powdery rose dust.

Vitamins—
slipping down my raw throat,
about to make their plunge.

I feel them choking me,
thrusting rosy air from my lips.

They go down without a bite
and lodge their way into my trachea.

Vitamins—
stealing away my pleading breaths,
refusing to listen to my cries for life.

Vitamins—
sneaky little life-nappers
pretending to be protectors.

They are rosy good liars
coated in sugar sweet facades.

“I’ll keep you healthy,” they say.
“You can breathe another day.”

Vitamins—
tricking me as I lay them on my tongue,
about to turn me to a splinter of pink dust.