It doesn’t matter what she tries because nothing helps.
The looming palm before her holds a small prescribed tablet.
Thrown without thought into the pit of her stomach her eyes soon see the sky.
It’s how everyone sees it.
She sees this and feels like the rushing city around her.
For the time the sun stays she feels nothing,
and that’s normal.
That’s what they all tell her anyway,
that what she would “normally” feel isn’t normal but instead thoughts society shuns.
So she swallows the tablet,
Another day, another normal, another nothing, until night.
The balance is gone and her normal returns.
The medicine fades as the depths of night approach when no one is there to hear.