Your lips taste of liquor.
I drink you in
until your warmth
spreads through my veins,
and my thirst is quenched.
Slurring your name
as if it were the first time I’ve said it.
I named you after the pills that were
meant to stop you.
After all, you were just a ball of cells,
an intricate network of tissues.
Your tiny translucent fingers
closed into fists, angered that
your pea sized heart would never beat.
Daylight crumbles to ash
unveiling a nightmarish underworld, where
unseeing creatures crawl through the dirt on calcified limbs
through a maze of charred corpses.
Pallid hands reaching like tendrils for beams of light
seeping down through the fractured canvas.
the fingertips cannot grasp the golden prize
which feathered fiends playfully dangle.
Unforgiving and smirking
from the world above.