Night at the Pharmacy

Going out tonight 
In my prescription blouse
My prescription skirt, and over the counter boots 
Perhaps I will be abused
With both sides of Damocles’ sword. 
 
I’d rather not be
I’d rather be a word
A word your body remembers
Before your brain finds a face 
Because my inner-self was so bright 
Passing through my skin, dancing like a drifting feather 
 
If I gave you my trust
Would you tell everyone I’m here 
Those that thrust the sword give less
But they receive much, much more
My prescription is a side effect for them
I have tasted the most bitter medicine 
And no one can taste it with me.