Ice

Seeping
Through

my


Brain

Euphoria

Lustful bliss

Sweat and perfume

In the air

Glitter in my hair

Jubilant,

Leaping daintily

Lips locking

All around

Crystal

Flowing
Through

My


Veins

Sharp Pain

In
my

heel

Red river

On
the

Floor

Broken

bottles

Shards
of
Glass


Spilled
beer

Perfect lips

And perfect kisses
Perfect joy

Silver necklace

At
My

feet

From

Someone. . .

In the past?



Beyond caring

Till the euphoria runs out

Along with the kisses
The beer


The Ice

Leaving

Glass shards
Spilled drink


Blood
Two

Inch




Splinter
In
my
heel


Glitter

in

my

hair

Lingering smells. . .

Sweat,

Perfume
Blood,

The Monster

A silver necklace. . .

silver locket

Pick up the locket

open it
To
find

A strand of golden hair

Tiny photograph
Of a girl. . .

One from long ago

Childhood sweetheart


My dear,

sweet



Lily Anne

Smell the golden strand

and find

No blood

No lust
no beer

no sweat
No perfume

nor ice

Just flowers

rosemary
Something sweet

Sugary
And lemons

Pictures flashing through my mind

The lemonade stand!!!

So
long


ago

Me and Lily Anne

Selling

Flowers

And lemonade

Burying
A time capsule

We thought we’d open


Together

Oh, forgive me Lily Anne

For stealing both your dreams

And mine

For twisting apart our paths

Whisking away the future

We

Could

Have

Had

It’s been seven years now

You’re twenty-four now

like me

How I hope it’s not too late

hope you’re still waiting


For me

How I hope it’s


Not



Too




Late

Too escape


The Monster’s Clutches

And

If
Time

Has
Truly

Run
Out

How I’d want to blame

the monster
Yet still know it’s all my fault



For first accepting

the Methamphetamine