THE END

THE END

Floods

On sand

On tarnished land.

Leading you

Into the depths of the downpour.

Safe she promised you, but instead

Here it is the end of life as it’s known.

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Drugs of such

Drugs of such

 

I feel you

Fervently

Racing through my arm.

You wondrous

Money sucking monster.

 

Everything I have

Everything I make

Goes on to you.

To new needles

Fresh injections

Fresh…

My money is

Lost

Wasted

Pissed away

Gone.

Spent on you

And worth every drop.

 

When he says

I drink too much

But he has no idea

That I don’t drink enough.

Now that

He gives me a choice

Between my family

And you.

 

My choice of

Which street corner

I want

To run to.

Medicated

Quack

 

“Take these pills,

Once a day.”

He says.

 

“Take these pills

Once a day,

And you’ll be okay.”

He says.

 

Looking around the office

It’s white

Sterile-feeling-white.

Bright shiny objects-

Instruments-

Used to tell me what he’d told me too.

 

“Once a day,

When you get out of bed.”

“Don’t forget them.”

“This is all in your head!”

 

The pill bottle has a

White cap

“Twist here” “Childproof”

And an orange body.

“To be taken orally” “500 mg”

 

“You need medicated!”

 

Later

I take the bottle in hand

From the drug store pharmacy down the street.

I’m not crazy.

Not in my belief.

 

Continue reading “Medicated”

ShapeShifter

ShapeShifter

 

Country?

Metal?

Rap?

Sure.

I’m into all of that.

 

Purple

Red

Blue

Oh my god

Me too!

 

You like that actor?

Then I can too.

That’s your favorite movie?

I’ll Google it to be able to talk to you.

Horror?

Then I can suck it up.

Anime?

I guess I can watch things of the such.

 

Why?

Because I’ll be anything

You want me to be.

What ever it is

I’ll be sure to agree.

 

So long as you tell me first,

What your interests are.

 

Let me introduce you to the

Shape Shifter

the

Snake

 

Whatever you have to offer

Allow me to come in and take.

 

Continue reading “ShapeShifter”

My name is

My name is

My name is

And I don’t understand why

we’re hugging

Why

we’re in a circle.

Why

we’re here.

 

My name is

And I don’t know you.

Or you.

My name is

And I don’t understand why they didn’t show up again.

My name is

And I’m bored.

Tired.

Hungry.

Walking in with McDonalds in my hand.

My name is…

And we’re late again.

 

I can’t talk to my friends.

I can’t play in the rooms here.

My name is

And I know the serenity prayer.

My name is

And I

grew up

here…

 

My name is

As I stick my right foot in

Arms wrapped, holding other people tight.

My name is

And this is how I spend my Friday night.

 

My name is

And I’m fourteen.

Watching a whole room of two hundred people get clean.

 

My name is

And I have a little sister

By the age of 12.

Her name is

And we stare from the table at the “12 Step” books on the shelf.

 

Our names are

And we grew up in the collective of NA.

Narcotics Anonymous

In rooms that would

Remember our names.