Venom through her veins
A poison like the liquor that burns her throat
She climbed to the top of a table
Swayed as the world spun

But ignored it
The nauseating pit in her stomach
And the searing headache
She dismissed too quickly
For plummeting to her death
Her head bit the tile floor
And blood like her liquor spilled

By ChildofDeath

A little gothic girl going to a boarding school.