Sister

She’s got that itch, And constant gaping stare. Every puncture prickles, From blackened toes To tattooed freckles, Just below the jaw. Fiend, junkie, user, sister. Pavement for a pillow-top mattress. Plastic bags for her comforter. Hair unintentionally dreaded. Bare feet scrunched, In mismatched slippers. Nervously rocking. But then her bliss, Swallows her. No rocking now, Toes unclench. A needle with no numbers, Idles from her neck. Cigarette smokes itself, Between colorless lips. She nods in prayer, Legs crossed in a lifetime of meditation.