Sertraline

He’s trusting in a paper twist of hope:
a bio-reassurance, GP-backed.
The Jack Daniels on the shelf is still unopened.
He eyes the bottle, weighs up its impact.
His sister comes back with his filled prescription.
She waves the box. She’s haloed, heaven-sent
to try his natural sibling resistance.
She fixes orange squash. Now, penitence:
her eyes on him, he gulps the new arrivals,
anticipates resumption of survival.

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