drug overdose
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It seems like only yesterday
They called to say you were gone
I couldn’t think of a thing to say
I thought it was a con
I watched mom faint
And heard dad cry out
You weren’t a saint,
Blood
I can smell it
on your sheets.
I can see it in your eyes,
I hear it in your voice.
I know that I've lost you
I can tell
Relief.
That sharp sting lasts a second.
The vein inflates.
A hum of anticipation.
The cello winds through the body,
seeping through the eyelids
and turning an eye blind.
The piano means no harm.
