Drink Me (poem, magick thieves)

"Drink me,"
the bottle says
"let me wrap you in my embrace
let me curl up in your veins

I’ll quiet the screaming emotions
in your head
I’ll make it better."
The bottle whispers,
"Don’t you want to smile again?"

"Drink me,"
the bottle pleads,
"we used to be the best of friends
and now you’re abandoning me?"

"Drink me!
Drink me!"
it demands
but I’ve grown weary of the lying
and wondered
what kind of life is one coated
in constant anesthesia?

"Drink me,"
the bottle says
and I decide not to be Alice
and to let the sink drain
taste this old “friend” instead

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