Lullaby

"Choose Your Poison," they say. But how can I, when they all look delicious? A foamy, strawberry milkshake with blended pillowy marshmallows is a sure way to die well. But I'll take the tangy sweet raspberry filled chocolate , for that poison gives me the right vitality. If you ask me, that can of dihydrogen monoxide is a bit underwhelming, but I can drink it afterwards to clear my palette. And then afterwards I'll clear my stomach of these toxins with a cold glass of whiskey, next to that ghost that always hangs by the staircase. She always looked a bit dead compared to other ghosts, aren't they supposed to be scary? I hardly even notice she's there until I have that glass. And then it's that lullaby. The window her eyes lead to is the royal blue gateway to a far more desolate place. She continues to hum to that dying star. I can't bear to look out the glass, it's too bright. Her eyes undeterred by the madness, she quietly keeps every mome...