lit up in her mouth
and burned all the way down in
an alcoholic inferno.
Fireflies replace the air in her
lungs; she coughs them up between breaths
with alarming regularity
and in the cold air the sparks fizz out;
silent shrieks met with
laughter and taunts and self
deprication, and fears that bubble
in through her ears and out in hiccups of light.
(By the way, I am
terrified that you love
Drugs more than you love
me.)
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