Gone forever, so high the cost
That took from laughter to lies,
Your sense of home.
The referee between women,
Morphine, and cocktails, pacified,
Struggled with her lack of sobriety.
Sober as a judge, your own life.
Your leash cinched tightly.
Your words planned to
Balance on a knife’s edge.
Cruel words striking.
A life wasted, putting salt grains
In a jar with pickup sticks,
With Chopsticks.
Saki bottle,
Or gin, or rum, or morphine, her perfume.
Her pain, her lack:
Luring, alluring
Without humanity.
We lost you then, drowning, as
Tears raced upwards.

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