A clandestine poison.

A toxin that's injected by choice.

A choice that seeps deep into the blood stream-evicting the soul that I once loved.

Leaving only but a body. A lifeless body that can not speak. Can not move. Can not think on its own.

A body that I have to lug onto my shoulders, feeling the death of life breathe against my neck.

Every day,  I tuck the blackened, soulless, pile of limbs into the bed that holds empty hope for the morning.

Every day, I curse her soul. She was the one who did this to herself. She was the one who abandoned me.

Abandoned me while still here breathing. Dead, yet her heart's still beating.

Every single night, I scream in silence.

I scream because I know she's still there but chooses to lay comatose and senselessly.

I scream because there's nothing I can do.

I scream because I'd rather her be gone. gone. gone.

WHY. WHY. WHY!

WHY is alcohol ALLOWED to be the rope of suicide...

WHY is alcohol ENDORSED to be the silent killer at parties...

why... did Captain Morgan... take my mom away from me...