heroin heroine
try it once
try it twice
try it again
try to crawl back into your mangled skin
try heroin
how does it feel to lose your fear of needles and gain a new one
the fear of your mother finding your rotted body on the floor screaming at the top of her lungs,
'what in gods name have you done!'
how does it feel to have blood stains on the inner elbows of the sweater nana knitted for you
how does it feel to spend birthday money on black tar honey
how does it feel to put one need over another for so long you wake up on the street and realize you havent ate for a week
how long does that baby have to cry for you to feed it
did you name her destiny because you knew she wouldn't live to fulfill it
did you spend the support on the only thing that reminds you of life before you ran out of money to live like a human
heroin is a mean motherfucker
doesn't mean you get to forget about me and believe me when I say I love you
doesn't mean you get to be afraid of IV's and sob on your knees begging please
anything for money, I see.
fin.
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