Slipping Through

Sat, 07/12/2014 - 13:23 -- guzmans

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My tender body—anguished and ailing—

Fighting drug addiction

 

Is stuck in a dreaded destination,

A place where people lose themselves,

 

Where yearnings go unanswered.

And there’s no peace, no place to breathe.

 

Strong sounds fade as certain smells appear.

It’s inescapable—no place for children.

 

But I breathe slowly, slowly slipping through the crack in my mind.

And minutes, years pass as mold creeps up my walls.

 

Roaches crawl through me;

My thinned, rotting wall might tumble.

 

And when burdens are too great,

My body will slip through to reach its ultimate end.

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