Molly said there was no inspiration

She took her pills: one for anxiety, one for her weight, one for her hair, one for her perspiration

She looked out the window

Felt hollow

She had nothing to write about, nothing to talk about

No one wanted to walk – her dog sat in the middle of that baseball field

The gray clouds above were ominous, they were for the sun a shield

Never mind the warnings on her phone: wind and tornadoes

She remembered the lacquer for her toes

Her dog hesitated but she walked ahead

The wind whistled, the trees swayed

The branches above waved

As if to say stop

She marched along the trail that led to the woods

In her backpack were all the pharmaceutical goods

Her soul was heavier than her bag

The side effects were a drag

There was a boisterous crack above

A tree snapped and came down on her

The weight of it was a different kind of drug

As she breathed her last, she thought What inspiration!

How she wished it had been just another hallucination