Opioids and Mutilation

 
 
That was your game  
at least it was when we met  
Downing morphine like it was going out of fashion and you the trend setting queen  
Slow release tablets  
white lightning chasers with a nibbled kebab for company  
 
A certain stench masked behind Mr muscle  
Almost as if someone had opened the door a tiny crack as if to summon death  
 
Those tastes  
rationed out on the end of tiny spoons  
Just enough to numb the tiny pricks  
but nowhere close to kill the pain  
Head spinning from the oncoming freight train migraine  
 
Rolled me over so as not to asphyxiate  
floating away  
Janis kissed your forehead  
whispered it's gonna be OK  
Vanished quickly like a ghosts gust  
passes the room  
When you thought unconsciousness  
had claimed me  
You casually downed  
enough for a month's supply  
Rang the doctor that morning  
had more delivered to the door that evening  
 
Why are you waiting around to die?  
 
You even suckled that bottle right up  
to our daughters birth  
Stabbed me deep  
Ran off and left dying  
 
Guess you found something to live for