drugged divinity

There's a glow in the corner when I wake in the night and this is the closest I've come to seeing spirits, believing in something as beautiful as your ghost. Your shadow rolls across my bed, leaving shining strands of heroin to prick me in my sleep, and I settle into numbed, euphoric possession. The room lightens in shades of grey and turns to muted blue as I slur a prayer to this drugged divinity, raising words from the dead like a junkie savior.