Day 17 Napowrimo

I decided to write a sijo to save time. I didn't follow today's prompt or any prompt, but took inspiration from a past notebook. As I flipped through it, I found a few lines that had some heat in them, and I suppose that's where the heat came in!

Never Quite Cured

Pills hold you like a mother, caress your cheek and brow.

They ignite dust to fire, tornado into a throat of heat.

Pills are the iron bars bolted onto your window glimpsing Spring.