Escape
black sun
setting on
nothing
flames of consumption
red
unexpanded
sucking life
not giving
it
ashes and gray
tastes of evaporating bones
the next day...
gratitude
sitting on broken
eggshells
so much devastation
yet hope across
razor edges
stay focused
the next step
will come
worry won't bring
life closer
sliding on membranes
of thin paper
dreams
the reality...
i think of her
in there
body contorting in
opium convulsions
bleeding out heroin
a poor excuse
for living high
lower now than ever
rumblings of her
childhood-vacant
empty passages
narrow veins where
drugs have kept her
hiding the truth
no place to hide
now
About the Creator
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