What's Wrong

Lifeline

emotions spilled like coffee grounds

all over the walls, over our hearts

they seeped into our clothes

-and stained them-

with a liquid warmth trickling down

our faces were covered

in sugar and poison

the kind of combination we knew

would burn us, and maybe kill

-it was bad, but still good-

the kind of drug we needed

you were my lifeline

and i was yours

and if our power ever went out

then so would we,

and two more bodies would be burned