he was her drug, her cocktail of death.
obsession, addiction,
without his plastic 'i love yous'
she was nothing,
their hands bound together for life,
as she lifted the vile, slowly,
to shaking, needing lips,
she drank up his lies and promises,
his memory forever burned her throat.














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