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The Monster
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
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