You take it off
And toss me back.
I bottle of heaven
Is what you’ll have.
You drink it down
Squeezing me tight
The same way you do every night.
Your mind wanders off
As you stumble to bed.
As I lay there helpless
Hoping you’re not dead.
A scream in the morning
Is all that’s heard.
As a mother wakes up
To see her daughters thirst.
