It’s Just Medicine

As her beautiful soulless eyes looked up at me I couldn't help but wonder what could be so great about this dull high she craved to often. As her bloodstream was contaminated by the intoxicating poison that flowed through her, she seemed so tortured it was hard to comprehend the bliss that came from such an imperfect sin. Her eyes drooped over as if they were unable to stay open and never would again. As she tried to speak, trying to form a sentence, her speech slurred losing all comprehension until in all forgetting what she was even muttering about in the first place. I sit there, every moment passing a new theory would peek through all the confusion in my brain, waiting patiently like a good little girl. Finally I gathered my thoughts, and mustered up the nerve to form and ask a question. “Is it because of me?” She stared at me as if to yell at me but said nothing. I knew if she would have been able, she would have yelled. Explaining that of course it wasn't because of me, and that I needed to shut up and stop feeling self pity. I just sit back on the floor, thinking of the days before a habit was a habit. Her mind was so beautiful.