Overdose
The most frightening thing
I’ve ever seen
was your face
that one lurid night.
Dampened with layered sweat,
your hair matted and frayed,
your body weak but still thrashing
with violent motion.
Your cries:
“help me” you said,
“I won’t let it defeat me” you screamed,
“don’t let her know” you pleaded.
He took you home.
They took you to the hospital.
They called the cops.
The cops called me.
I tried.
I tried to protect you.
I failed.
You almost died
that night.















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