Poison

You are poison.
I recoil not because I am afraid but because I have been poisoned
Your hands are full of morphine,the kind I do not like
the kind that reminds me of the past,

my past.
I move away and refrain from your hands
they quickly release poison
it seeps into my skin
and spreads throughout my veins

polluting my every blood stream
you are the poison
the poison I cannot poison
I lie down and wait for death to bring me there
I close my eyes and wait for someone to tell me that it is going to be okay
flashing lights
childhood memories
faded sounds
I am on my way,

home.