Could he have known
that the frothy intoxication
bubbling forth behind the blanket of darkness…
was the juice of her life!
Could he have known
that the rush of sensations of needles
injected into his vein
Slurring his words with sedative euphoria…
Was the blood of her life!
Could he have known
That the stakes he eagerly wagered
unmindful of the rational warnings
Were the dreams of her life!
Now her losses
like sharp claws digging into her soul
Freezing her in the coffin of her corpse…
Waiting for the white shroud of peace!
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