Liquid Darkness


she plays russian roulette everyday
mostly at night i think
the spoon I taught her to use
to feed herself is
for a different hunger now
an insatiable hunger
her gun is filled with warm
liquid darkness and more
why does she choose
homelessness over a home with me?
my sweet, brown eyed girl
so talented, once so full of life
death could now be in the next warm gun
the spoon, once for nourishment destroys
hopes
dreams
futures
families
lives

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