this magic potion keeps me alive.
i remember the first time that i drank it.
drink this, he said. you’ll feel better.
i should have stopped
— I knew the risks, the pain, the effort —
i knew that it was going to hurt.
but i wanted to believe
the lies, the deception, the teeth —
the things we love most are what hurts us.
i took it from him. It was warm to the touch.
i didn’t get past two gulps before i began to gag.
It tastes disgusting —
are you still here?
there was no answer
there never is an answer.
he just slips
back into the darkness from whernin
and i am left there
this magic potion keeps me alive, for some days i wish to die.