Iced Tea

She arose for work
She got naked in the shower
She was late for her job
At the diner
Her lover's body in bed
Cold
And gray

She rushed out the door
It was the middle of October
The street people were all panhandling
She made it to diner
Only five minutes
Late

(He's dead)

She arrived home from work
She poured herself a cold fucking glass of iced tea
The television was still on
(the same station)
Her lover's body had not moved
At all

She looked over his body
Lifeless
With no warmth
The needle still resting safely on the nightstand beside the bed
A smile on his face

She picked up the phone to call an ambulance
They arrived in less than 10 minutes
But there was nothing they could do
He took enough heroin to kill a large farm animal

He's dead
Dead
Dead



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Muller, John Castiglia, Jeff Kohlmyer
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