Art Technique: Pills Scanned, Digital Art

ALT Text of Poem:
Glittery nails, half heartedly shove my prescription
in through the plastic slot. You would have
thought someone would take notice. A glance?
Though my mind is deteriorating, I still have my
senses. I still exist.

Gaze shifting forward, my hands grasp the white
paper bag. The sound of pills rattling inside the
plastic echoes as the incandescent light shines a
halo upon my head, illuminating every flaw on my
skin.

Too aware. Too mindful. Too hyper vigilant.

My eyes are always so dry. So dry.

Sometimes I can hear myself blink
my own heartbeat makes me nauseous

I press flowers that I pick inside of books
and then I always forget about them

I never lose my keys

The last time I slept well was September of 2024
Exhaustion took over, accompanied by fever dreams

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Anonymous (she/her) is a disabled college student and San Diego-based mixed media artist. She finds inspiration from queer counterculture and intersectionality, and her latest zine, Bite the State, is her most current work. Anonymous is published in college and international magazines.