The Drug of Love

A blank page and a portrait.
Morphine on the slab,
A heart pool of emotion;
of remorse, anger and pain.
A heart of emptiness.

He couldn’t take back the love
she had already claimed hers.
Neither could he give all
the love her owed her.

He felt like he was sleep walking,
didn’t know how to wake up.
In a lucid state, he reached out
just to grab a fistful of nothingness.

Soot and sweat, burning
with his last matchstick,
like his last dying wish, her.
In the dark, he felt her,
just like her love, invisible.

He drowned his candy down
with liquor. It burned his throat
and his body one last time.
It was a Holy catastrophe,
so he sipped until his music
stopped playing. It was time.

He burned red that night.
Hot plasma violently
pumped through his veins.

Upon the drawing heartache,
veiled by the familiar solitude,
he remembered her.

She lulled down his heart
and his brain. He slept
like an exhausting matchstick
as he slipped into the black amnesia of Heaven.

-Taru Gupta

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The Drug of Love by Taru Gupta is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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