Nicole Johnson

I remember that day as if it happened yesterday.
My throat raw from screaming as the tears remained streaky.
My chest was heaving as the images played slowly. 
I had a mouthful of fermented lies on our road to destruction.
Not a single worry in sight, my mind was made up.
I stared at the empty bottle in my hand and medication in the other.
One more foot in the coffin and I could have been amongst the stars.
You didn’t care whether I stayed and I didn’t care either.
You didn’t care that your secrets had consequences.
The tunnel approached again and the images went black.
My blood began to boil and I felt lost inside the numbness of my subconscious.
I clammed up, my heart beat within my ears.
This was it.
I was finally free.