Lets ruin ourselves.*
She'd whisper,
a silken silver siren's song.
I just couldn't resist.
My Di, Dian, Dianna.
She was perfect
In all her savage sateen beauty,
even though she didn't think so.
Her pale chalky skin
stretched over her sharp bones
and her grey-blue eyes
always hidden by her curtain
of inky black hair.
I remember when we would have contests
to see who could overdose first.
A bowl full of little colored pills
was all we ever needed.
And one night
After our potpourri party,
we lay on her bed
In the bliss of oblivion,
Overdose heaven.
Dawn came,
too soon for either of us.
I woke, numbly, but she never did.
And I looked at her, but I didn't cry.
She was my everything
my nothing,
but this was the life we'd chosen
and this was just another night in the ruins.