The Royal Flush

How they floated, how they swirled and how they spun in a spiral of unison down the toilet. There would be no rescue attempt for my medication as they were already confined to a watery grave of toilet cleaning products and a freshwater flush.

With every drowning my sanity would become more volatile and more unpredictable.

The pain of those around me simply did not matter and for the medication? What medication I would ask myself?

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Toby Abbs