Southern comfort
seeping through the veins
of an heroin addict.
the scorching scent
of burning flesh
nauseates flustered nostrils.
carpe diem, they tell me
seize the day one hit at a time.
salted tears smear mascara
running down rosey cheeks
as mother wipes each eye.
drowning in saliva
caressed by the moonlight
dying a smooth suicide.
snakebites beneath bicep
it only took two
to push me over the cliff.
A sweet high under the killing moon.