Circa Feb 2004

Death served with a side salad (she had to count calories to keep that delicious figure that always left them coming back for more)

There were some things that even those delicious pills and powders couldn’t make her forget
Even when mixed with the burning liquids to make a delightful (deadly) concoction.

It didn’t make the bad things go away

But at times confused the meanings of the good things
Like… does no really mean no?
Or does it mean other things?

Stop mean go?
Now mean later?
I love you mean just for the night?
Those meanings got lost in the chaos of the spinning rooms that the concoctions often brought

Things that should have hurt, didn’t

Like the thud of the fists, or the sharp sting of words

Things that shouldn’t have bothered her made her weep

(Oh look, her glass was empty)

Up became down

Then became now, and now became then

There was no time, there was no when

Only that it happened

Then there was black

Such a shame that she’d spend her last precious moments

Remembering only the things
She was giving up her life to forget