Tight Jeans,
Rips in the knees,
off the shoulder shirt,
Looks like last night.
Eyes glazed over,
awaiting the anticipation,
Trembling with the excitment,
Loose me now...
He picked me up,
My own brother sinking in deep,
deep into addiction.
I knew it back when he was living with mom and dad and me,
Before dad died,
And then he did,
And so did PJ,
he died right along with him.
He was taken in with death as he knocked right on death's door.
He had a drug. He tried it once. He was hooked.
He offered it once or twice for a year, and now things came more...
And now I came... all giving in...
We arrived at the party he was at.
Most of them were drinking.
The rest of them were all glazed over,
looking out into the distance.
He led me to a back room where it was dark,
With just one little light lighten from a desk.
I saw the needles scattered,
I told him I didn't want to use a needle.
"No prob, lil' sis. I got this." He gave a smirk,
I trusted him before, before dad died.
I could do this. I trusted him.
I had to have something to stop thinking about my life.
Inhale.
Exhale.
He grabbed something out of his pocket.
Sat down on the couch that had rips down the sides.
"Alright. Take this." He handed me something long and thick.
Determination.
Exhileration.
Anticipation.
It all ran inside me...
It all ran inside me...
Here it was. But I couldn't see anything in the dark.
"Put your mouth up to this." I did as I found an opening.
He lit a flair.
"Inhale." I did.
"Hold it." I did.
I held a choke back.
"Exhale."
I was grateful when I did.
I choked and coughed on my tougue.
"Not bad... for your first time." He said as he took it from me.
Energy flowed inside of me...
More....
I need more...
I wanted this energy...
I wanted more of this energy...
I was craving more...
Give me more...
I reached out for more after he took a swig,
He gave it to me easily with an almost smile.
I did it again,
and again,
and again.
Give it to me...
Give it all to me...
Little did I know, this was the end of the real me..
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
