Overdose
Close your eyes,
beautiful boy.
Mine weep
while mind’s eye
imagines you.
When chartreuse
was the color
I used to describe your iris,
now,
it makes the doses go down
easier.
White oval
scored into halves
not quite deep enough
to break—
Vicodin.
Take the pain away.
Nine of the ten milligram pills
is lethal—
I leave only seven in the translucent,
caution orange,
child-proof container.
You’re welcome.
I love you.
I love
you?
Should I call you by your first name or do I say:
Hi,
Vicodin.
I don’t believe
we’ve met,
but
my lover is in love with
you.
Lauren Basile is a senior English (creative writing) and adolescent education major. Her post-graduation plans include finding a teaching job at the high school level and continuing to seek adventure in new places. Lauren’s love for writing didn’t surface until her high school years, but she has been writing ever since. When she’s not writing, she can be found exploring the great outdoors or finding something crafty to create.