She dosed me with the most vile of drugs, that spread through my heart and lungs as I slept, with her words as soft and beautiful as the day we first met. Her poison crept into my waking life, wrecking my body turning my eyes vacant and my heart heavy. And my mind, mine mind wandered away from me restlessly searching for the cure to that which slowly killed me by spilling my insides out. I limped along watching my flesh decay and fall away, leaving a grieving trail of ‘what was’ behind me. And the poison she slipped me all the while smiling, dropping the vile vial with the label spinning face up shining in the sunlight so I could barely make out those four small letters:
…she gave me “hope”
And it has killed me.