child proof cap

could you
help me open this bottle,
she asks,
struggling
to turn the white cap
on the child
proof brown bottle.
I can't get it open.
she's using pliers
and a screw
driver, banging it
against
the side of the bathroom
sink.
the pills, rattle
in their red jackets.
do we have a saw,
or gunpowder?
push and twist I tell
her.
she curses and begins
to cry.
I need these pills in
me, now. if I don't
take two of these
in the next few minutes
i'm going to go
crazy.
you won't like me if
i'm crazy.
here, throw me the bottle
quick.