Burn My Veins

A poem about a close friend's struggle with drug addiction.

She closes the shutters and locks the door.
Fingers shaking like a suspension bridge
in traffic. Her breath becomes rigid and
deep. Right now she is an ocean, tossing and
turning violently. She craves it. She needs it.
Just one slight pinch, a burning sensations
and then…

Serenity. Peace and calm wash over the shores
and the wind sways the waves softly. She is a
pyramid for a while, standing tall against the
turbulent backdrop of the sky. But after a few
moments, when the blood starts to settle and
a gargantuan gust of wind cripples the structure
of her Egyptian fortress…

She is just a grain of sand. Swallowed whole
by the shifting land around her. Falling into
an abyss of nonsense and paused sentences.
Gunshots rain like exclamation marks as war
rages around her. She is…

Lost. Drowned in a tyrant of fear and pestilence.
So she waits, until the storm ceases. She waits
for the right time and then burns her veins with
those crystal drops of sin.

Oh sweet lily flower, you were once so bright.
You were once so wonderful and all who came
across your bright complexion adored you.
But now those fluorescent petals are stained
with blood and violated with pin pricks.

Reviews

[Average person]

very creative. i like it :)