Elara Virdis Amsel

The rust-colored liquor consumes me

The rust-colored liquor crosses my airways and burns them.
It melts my brain and clouds my judgment.

Even when I beg desperately not to say those words
but the words always slip down my throat

'I didn't want to be a grown-up like me'
'I wanted to be someone like you'

The monster with the green eyes always tempts me.
and then eats me.