the deep red cellophane entices opening
the label claims "lozenge may shorten duration of cold".
the lozenge dissolves/the tongue becomes dry and turns into a flapping piece of metal where once taste buds lived.
waking up to rememberance of jealousy, pangs of embarrassment. wanting to forgive, the solar plexus recoils and churns. and then, Handel’s Messiah rings out Halleluja reigning down as salve. the poison is the medicine.